Lirieke:
Brazil A Hostage

Feels the same Can you not see it? Our lips are trailing poison The feeling will last forever The fighting is over Won without a sound Alone in a white

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

Breathe the air Eye the eye Reach out and grab the hand that beckons The Great Divide Is in our minds You'll see some things are bound to happen Drink

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

Automation is a subtractive process Do you remember it? We had a data date You tried to turn it back Now you're a bit too late Stand in the light again

One wore white The other dressed in red One invincible The other fell down and fled One to touch your face The other to wipe the sweat One to know your