الأغاني:
Brazil A Hostage And The Meaning Of Life

built a castle made of arms cross and breathless Watch me turn things around Turn them on their head This nightside where I'm drifting This place is a

Would melt for you My passive face Keeps me away Cold, stark, and pale Our sobriquet Sending a wire transmission Falling into submission Are you real or are you a

Touch the ice Enter the ruined and fallen city Dead by design Complete the line I know some things are bound to happen Send the match and send the flame And

a breath Random streaks of light prevade The petrol perfume that I breathe Air Taken at the witching hour Missle launch and fuselage Rivets from a row

had a data date You tried to turn it back Now you're a bit too late Stand in the light again Open your mouth speak Give me a sign of life Touch me Make

silence And I heard my voice in the audience And it said "look at my face" One day calm broke the silence I wear my nerves on the outside an And hide