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Rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (artic snow)
A pair of trainers (i ve got mine)
Could make a god of the two of us (i want yours)

I exist on (apropos)
I insist on (arctic snow)
A change of clothing (will fill the void)
Could lift us into fidelity (will suck you in)

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking treadle...

I rely on (bitter cold)
I depend on (arctic snow)
The manmade fibres (i ve got mine)
That are the stuff of my birthright (i want yours)

I decide on (apropos)
I retreat from (arctic snow)
The dregs of discourse (will fill the void)
For a new world order (will suck you in)

The sound keeps you hemmed to the past
The walls are coming in again
The streets grid alone from the door
You gotta spin the fucking treadle...
In a pile of days between no oceans
All the kids are rioting
There s no art in a broken head
All the kids are staying fat

And i m air-kissing, back-slapping
Check the body for valuables
It s called progress
Come on pilgrim sing to the pyres
It s called progress
If they want to kill themselves
Then buy them the gowns
It s called progress

Progress

Rege - kocia muzyka
Kocia muzyka rege
Mia³czy i utyka
Rege kocia muzyka

Kulawy kocur za pogrzebem
Kocia muzyka rege
Mia³czy i utyka
Rege kocia muzyka ...

Ich park den Wagen aus- ich schmeiss das
Tape rein und fahr den
Wagen raus- dreh mehr Bass rein- wir fahren gerade aus- spührst du die bassline- ich dreh den
Sound mal auf- hey- so läuft das ganz ohne grund- ey ich führ mein Mädchen dicht an meinen Mund- und...

Here they come to steal my soul
Ghost train
Wait it out until I know
Ghost train
Trying not to feel like...
Ghost train
Moving up until I go go
Ghost train
She was not...
Ghost train
Trying to hear...

They stand with their arms tightly around each other
A mixture of flesh, so rich in days
Where the sea touches the land
She wants to tell him the truth

But the wind eats her words
Where the sea ends
She holds his hand, trembling
And kissed him on...

Sie ist hässlich, dass es graut,
wenn sie in den Himmel schaut,
dann fürchtet sich das Licht,
scheint ihr von unten in s Gesicht

So muss sie sich am Tag verstecken,
wer will das Licht doch nicht erschrecken,
lebt im Schatten bis der...