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An Army of Shapes Between Wars (2006)
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Comatose, feed my head with liberty,
I've got an appetite for deceit.
I'm done, well done, stick a fork in me,
cover me in apathy, discreetly and distinct able.
I am trying to break your heart
I'm plagued with doubt,
no frogs or murdered first born.

My thoughts are just a little sun burnt,
dismantle all that ever was,
strip it down: withdraw the blood.

Something going to break real soon,
who's covering whose eyes?
Safety in knowing others' lies pulled by the strings of time.

Hold me back: I'm going to throw it all down on the table.
Do you expect us to believe in these fables?
Oh, what to do with you?
with you, with you, with you?
Hold me tight, it seems all I really have is in front of me,
is the rest just a dream or a fallacy?
Oh, what to do with you?
with you, with you, with you?

A throw back to all those 80's slasher flicks,
you're a cheap killer, and I'm getting sick of it.
God's dead, and all bets have waived their rights,
all is fair in love and time, who wins the game of war?

Illusion, a delusion, a terrible secret,
what one does see is another's lost prophet.
Hold me close, I can see right through you,
challenge all you've ever heard,
incite the search and motivate.

Something going to break real soon,
who's covering whose eyes?
Safety in knowing others' lies, pulled by the strings of time.

Please read between the lines,
a simple compromise between the sands of time.
Please say with me, say with me...

. . .


The time is now, and Im running so thin,
I got thin, I got thin, while others got fat.
So fatten up, and deliver your secrets,
those secrets, those stories untold

Sorry say that love is a game,
we're all just pawns in the way.
Lost, lost, lost, move the rook-E-eight,
eliminate and get this game underway.

Too many secrets are shattering our lives,
while others are stuck in expansive time.
I've been trying to get out of this goddamn fucking game.

So back it up and up to down,
down, downtown, don't you tell me wrong.
Choose your battle of words, that rule the world,
it's in our heads anyway.

Speak of the devil, and I just may appear,
I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead.
Headless chickens that are missing their exes,
so axe this and go to the next, next chapter.

Self serve friends, who are friends for a second,
I second that notation, it feels so intense?
Intensely fishing without a hook, line, and sinker,
I sank to bottom, we'll bottoms up to you.

Please inject some instand karma in to my instant coffee.
Soon, soon, soon, with the rope in the kitchen,
all the answers will be on their way.

Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest
a pagan, christian or an evangelist?
Pledge my alliance in the name of science,
follow the moth into the fire.
Getting my head in a bit twist.
What does it mattter when your enemies are my friends?

. . .


Take what you've got, take comfort,
in that everything you know, or seen
will soon be a non existent dot.

Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?
An illusion or delusion of grandeur.
Half of what I say is bliss, the other half is meaningless.

Comfortable lines. Wating for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found, but never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:

Interesting lies. Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Alone in our rooms, miserable, a tornado or an owl,
come back and isolate the balance.

Nothing is real; your heart on your sleeve,
just another lie, transcend the pride, oh the chemicals.
Take your time, nothingness is something and something is nothing.

. . .


It was somewhere around Sheffield where my conscious concedes.
Fiction halts, the drugs began to wear thin.
Colored obvious, the world slid off its tilt.
Waking up each night, from the gravitational pull.

What is the sound of something trying not to make a sound?
So sick of all the same old shit, so spent on being sick.
Will everybody wake up before it gets too late?
Ghost wrote in the middle of the night, choking and obvious.
Will everybody wake up before it gets too late?
Always afraid, afraid of what the truth may bring.

The last horse has finally crossed the finish line.
Long and clever titles doesn't bring a clever song.
This show has been going downhill since season one.
Just an open book reading itself to sleep...

So sick of all the same old shit, so spent on being sick.
Will everybody wake up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late?
Undone in the middle of the night, strikingly obvious.
Will everybody wake up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late?
So sick of all the same old shit, so spent on being sick.
Will everybody wake up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late?
So tired...so tired...
Will everybody wake up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late?

. . .


Don't want to fall in love when it's in front of us
Why can't we dream?
Fantasize without compromise, a tear duct short of an alibi.
Please thaw me out, and brush me off.
Is love is quite the fallacy, underneath the mystery?
So, you finally came right out of my head and into my arms.
Now these feelings I know, I'll never let go.
I've beaten the game.
My alter ego's upstairs strung out on the couch.
I need a touch of innocence, so comfortable.
So velvet lush and nectarous, there is a price to pay for dreaming.
Is love an emergency? Join in my perplexity!

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I want to take my head and cut it open extra wide.
Want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to circle inside.
Electrocute my thoughts or put myself on standby.
I'm so over, I'm so over (you).

Let's open up the sky and let the clichés pour.
Everything has been executed better before.
8-bit Fantasies, I'm yesterday's technology.
Follow the leader, jump off with me.

The wine is dripping with the blood off of my fingertips.
The mitochodrion are revolting, please take care of it.
Carnivorous cells are winning against your cancer lips.
So come over so come over...

Oh my god, I want to tear you apart.
I am walking but I'm still asleep.
Oh my lord, this is blasphemy.
Wake me up before I fall too deep.

I wish I had an original thought inside my skull.
Everything has been done a million times before.
My dream sequence has become my life or so it seems.
All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene.

Oh my god, I want to tear you apart
I am walking but I'm still asleep.
Oh my lord, this is blasphemy.
Wake me up before I fall too deep

In too deep. Oblivious and numb.
I want to hurt you, but I can't cut you fast enough.
The ink is dripping, and my letter has become a mess.
I want to hate you, but hate is love, just reversed.
Why do we talk about things that we loathe the most?

. . .


Wait, I really don't have the guts for this
It must have been abstracted with my appendix
Or maybe it grows with my wisdom teeth
Wait, it might be such a stretch, it's not my fault legally
I'll dial the doctors now, you're right I never was a man for the law
Please don't walk away in defeat, please don't walk away

Wait, I haven't lost my courage on the rocks
I haven't quite found the words to use
I'm not sure they make the cards to break this ice
Wait, please wait until our socks are bitterly soaked
Until we have to roll up our pants
Until the giraffes flee to row boats

Please don't walk away in anger darling
Exit gracefully like the evening's sunset
Enter the scene starting with a dial tone
Tightrope over these razorblade complications

Cutting myself, almost everyday
Let it feel so real, let me taste the pain
One day we'll live in igloos on the Galapagos
'Till then let's remember the Atlantic air in-between our hands

The worms are moving, the grass is growing
Flowers are blooming, the leaves are dropping
The birds are chirping, clouds are forming
The sun is burning, self medication never ends

I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
This is how I lost my mind on you
I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
This is how I lost my mind on you

I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
This is how I lost my mind on you
I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
This is how I lost my mind on you

I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
This is how I lost my mind on you
I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
This is how I lost my mind on you

This is our final dance
You taught me how to love and I taught you how to hate
Everything is based on you
Isn't it funny how we lost control or how I lost my mind on you?

This is our final dance
You taught me how to love and I taught you how to hate
Everything is based on you
Isn't it funny how we lost control or how I lost my mind on you?

This is our final dance
You taught me how to love and I taught you how to hate
Everything is based on you
Isn't it funny how we lost control or how I lost my mind on you?

This is our final dance
You taught me how to love and I taught you how to hate
Everything is based on you
Isn't it funny how we lost control or how I lost my mind on you?

This is our final dance
You taught me how to love and I taught you how to hate
Everything is based on you
Isn't it funny how we lost control or how I lost my mind on you?

. . .


And we'll float to the end, where the oceans do bends, and we'll fly away.
And we'll shine on through, through the summer sky so blue, and we'll drift away.
We wake at ten and start out lives again, it's another day.
Together in a room, where the wall flowers bloom, it's a marigold way.

And we'll stare at the sun, while the sound and shapes run up the chimney.
We will drive in the clouds, trampoline up and down to our symphony.

. . .


Take the needle out,
Enjoy the drip.
Fill your head with lies,
From your fingertips.

And you can't swallow all your problems,
They float,
Float up to hunt you.
It's time for you to choose,
Your conscience or the chemicals.
Caught in a dream disguise;
Happiness is real.

A snake, the knife, the candle,
Hold what's close to us.
A cave, that box, a tunnel,
Is our trust a must?
Our irrational manifestations,
Please decode the dosage.
Do we dream to solve the puzzle,
Or dream to make them up?

And you can't swallow all your problems,
They float,
Float up to hunt you.
It's time for you to choose,
Your conscience or the chemicals.
Caught in a dream disguise;
Happiness is real.

Be careful what you wish for.

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We are the locust;
Annihilate your redemption.
We are clever, clever lines,
But the science is in the time,
Of the delivery,
Spaced in sporadic time.
If you jump in,
I will jump in too.
Who will save your soul?
If you strike the match,
Then I'll let it shower over you,
Drink down the chemicals.

I am the future,
Am the scene,
I am the logic,
I am the dream.
Flying on borrowed wings.
Build it up,
Just sit back and relax,
Burn away.
Flying on borrowed wings.

(We are just shadows,
Take advantage of this ego trip.
Let's dream to make our movies,
Lets make our movies of our dreams.
Starring in our own little scripts,
Just take advantage of this ego trip.
Who would play your role,


An intelligent unknown?
Or an up and comer?
Or a blockbust hero?)

I am the fever,
Just expired on the inside,
And I am itching for the trigger,
Or I am waiting to detonate all over you,
Please, please, you decide.
Time is the dark spot on all of our lungs,
Salvation, or defecation?
I am your church, your science, your imaginary savior.
All hail the game of chance!

I am the future,
Am the scene,
I am the logic,
I am the dream.
Flying on borrowed wings.
Build it up,
Just sit back and relax,
Burn away.
Flying on borrowed wings.

This is the worst trip,
This is the worst trip,
This is emergency,
So go, go, go, go,
Back and get it. [x6]

. . .


Well, you look so true in undressed eyes.
Is your coma real?
Did you change your mind?
I see so clearly in these bargain eyes.
Words coffee drip out my head.

Time will set us free,
As we both roll back our eyes.
I'm sad to say it wasn't my idea.
Relationships deplete as the tears run down your eyes.
I'm sad to say it wasn't my idea.

I might be blessed with amnesia instead.
Ghost written parade,
All the nonsense said. (oh yeah)
The world keeps on sinning inside my head.
Your words are an army between wars.

Time will set us free as we both roll back our eyes.
I'm sad to say it wasn't my idea.
Relationships deplete as the tears run down your eyes.

I'm sorry now,
To say to you that everybody makes mistakes.
I'm sad to say it wasn't my idea.

I see so clearly inside my head,
Your words are an army between wars.

Time will set us free,
As we both roll back our eyes.
I'm sad to say it wasn't my idea.
Relationships deplete as the tears run down your eyes.
I'm sad to say it wasn't my idea.

My idea.
Oh no, my my.
My idea, oh.
My my, my idea.
Oh, no, my idea.
Oh no no.

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I can't,
I can't take it easily,
I won't,
I won't let it gravel me.
But I transgress,
Born into sin,
Born into current.

I can't comply to a compliment.
I won't quietly ask for it,
And the current still drags me in,
Slow down. (Slow down, down, down)

The pills won't make this go away;
Our trails stubbornly set in ways to revolt,
Try to repulse. (Ohh)

Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
Your mind being pulled out of your head.

I won't swallow it logically.
I see,
I'm barraged by dollar signs.
Show me in to permanent sleep.

Quake in the middle of the night feeling the choke,
Your mind being pulled out of your head.
Noise fills your thoughts,
Inhaling to catch your breath with every heartbeat.
Swallow your pride,


The strychnine's benign,
Dissolve your cyanide,
Enchant all my lies.
Discretely confined,
Coagulate my designs.
Am I seeing so clear,
Original sin is a hoax. [x2]

[end of song]

Ready?

Tell me where are all the good times?
The ones that set us free.
Tell me where are all the good times?
Tell me where are all the good times?
I'm a lost cause,
Sailing off course.
I'll be good for you.
I'll be waiting for the daze,
I've got a handful of the antidote.
I'm working out I'm by the head of an angel.
I cant believe that I'm too blind to see.

Oh,
Tell me where are the good times? [x5]

I'm a lost cause,
Sailing off course. [x2]

. . .


So try, so try, December you,
Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh)
So try, so try, December you,
Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh)

So goodbye, a good luck to all.
Just thinking about the things,
That I just can't sleep away,
Today.
Today,
Time will keep the best secrets;
Not honestly,
Not honest indeed,
Not honest indeed,
So try...

Time will stand still;
Let's vanish off,
And ignite into the atmosphere.
Let's trip to the country,
Where we'll run forever,
Break it down, never.
Run from the city,
Not from your problems.
Run from the country,
Not from your problems.

So try, so try, December you,
Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh)
So try, so try, December you,
Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh)

Let's build up movies about our dreams.
A figment of speech,
A figure just won't modernize,
Or stabalize our infinite lives.
Led by infinite fears.
Leading us to believe,
That time is the king.
Own up to your life,
So try.

Time will stand still;
Let's vanish off,
And ignite into the atmosphere.
Let's trip to the country,
Where we'll run forever,
Break it down, never.
Run from the city,
Not from your problems.
Run from the country,
Not from your problems. (oh)

So try... [x3]
So try try...
So try... [x5]
Oooh, Try, oooh, oooh,
I'm so blue yeah, I'm so blue

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