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Diorama Lyrics Cubed

Mr.42 2010 of 22

Child of Entertainment 01 ........................................................................................................................... Acid Trip 02 ................................................................................................................................................... Ignite 03 ......................................................................................................................................................... Gone Gone Gone 04 ..................................................................................................................................... Cubed 05 ........................................................................................................................................................ Apocalypse Later 06 .................................................................................................................................... Record Deal 07 ............................................................................................................................................. My Counterfeit 08 ........................................................................................................................................ Refugee 09 .................................................................................................................................................... Alpha Animal Complex 10 ........................................................................................................................... Golden Boy 11 ............................................................................................................................................... Lord of the Lies 12 ....................................................................................................................................... Stereotype 13 ............................................................................................................................................... Stuckkato 14 ................................................................................................................................................. Batteries 15 ................................................................................................................................................... The Hunt 16 ................................................................................................................................................... Jericho Beach 17 ........................................................................................................................................... Shadow Play 18 ............................................................................................................................................

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Mr.42 2010 of 22

Child of EntertainmentHurry up and sound the chargeThe moment's arrived to reap the fruit of changeTo drive out all the good old daysThe variety show you still draw hope fromYou white-wash all in self-controlBut your eyes are giving you away

If it's reason against wineI'll choose the wineThe gloomy smile the sweet denialIf it's mirage against no meaningLike I think it isI'll be a child of entertainment

I drove all night to be with youI ask how you are, but you don't answerWhy are you so influenced?What makes you think that you've done something wrong?You white-wash all in self-controlBut your eyes are giving you away

I'll be a deadman walkingI'll be a deadman walkingI'll be a deadman walkingI'll be a child of entertainment



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Acid TripYou take us homeThat's your own faultYou grant us spaceThat's your own faultWhat can you say that we don't know already?You watch us breedThat's your own faultWith great hoorayThat's your own faultWhat can you give that we don't have already?

Are you stuck on the acid trip?Are you stuck on the acid trip baby?Are you stuck on the acid trip?

Don't treat us like we're not wantedIt's wrong to say we're not wantedIt's us who keep your weakened body goingNo hidden spot where we're not wantedNo innocence we're not wanted to killYou can't wake up cause you're awake already


You're set at easy with all your friendshipIn your remote retirement off shoreWelcome home welcome home welcome homeWe envy you in your uniquenessWe envy you cause you're not thinking anymoreWelcome home welcome home welcome homeWhat can you contribute? What can you contribute?What can you contribute? What can you contribute?What can you still afford? What can you still hope for?These are your golden days well we don't see you gleamYour mind is a jewel a jewel a forgeryYou and your loveYou and your terrible niceness




Mr.42 2010 of 22

IgniteIndestructible days interchangable waysTake out the life the life the lifeDelete the upcoming signs repeat the endless rewindsInto the night the night the nightListen just to yourself chase for love and not wealthUntil you're blind you're blind you're blindCome right out of the dark ignite the light with a sparkThis is your time your time your time

Run unbraked against the wallTry to feel the damage doneTake all the guts you haveRip out the edges of your cube

…Glauben Sie mir, niemand kann das bis zum Ende seines Lebens durchstehen…

Think in zeros and ones raid the city with gunsTo make new friends new friends new friendsPile the stones on their graves the same they laid in your wayTo slow you down you down you downKeep the promise you make replace the silence with hateInflate your mind your mind your mindResurrect the remorse re-establish the forceTake on the fight the fight the fight


Wear the perfect disguiseMelt the blue from your eyes

Wear the perfect disguiseMelt the blue from your eyes

Play dead when they play alive

Indestructible days interchangable waysTake out the life the life the lifeDelete the upcoming signs repeat the endless rewindsInto the night the night the nightListen just to yourself chase for love and not wealthUntil you're blind you're blind you're blindCome right out of the dark ignite the light with a sparkThis is your time your time your time


Run unbraked against the wall



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Try to feel the damage doneTake all the guts you haveRip out the edges of your cube



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Gone Gone GoneAfter opening your headWe see what's been moving youYour untiring tries to holdTo your unfaithomable ideasWhat you couldn't render hearableUntil all of your unfinished songs were

Gone gone goneBut the shiny years are overGoneIrreplacable

You should be out there in the streetsMarching rioting…You should be out there in the streetsNot hereIn your infinite excuse

Why fear what's your engine?Why fear what's your engine?You should celebrateTo be aliveYou should celebrateThe wall of hateThat keeps your mind apart



Mr.42 2010 of 22

CubedDefine your cubeAnd all you need in itThe items in your hoardThe dreams you can't affordDefine your cube your long-term strategyThe actors your prepareTo join you in your solitaireYour borderlineYour groundingDo you want me in or do you want me out?Your battle zoneYour territoryDo you want me in or do you want me out?

Frames to protect and frames to presentWe keep on rotating through these golden cagesFrames to protect and frames to presentWe keep on rotating through these golden cages

Under your sway demands are growing vastRepletion takes you onBut this fight can't be wonUnder your sway"What" is turned to "how"What you think is your intentIs shaped by your environmentYour peer groupYour hedonismDo you want me in or do you want me out?Your waiting roomYour travelling circusDo you want me in or do you want me out?


Now that vacuity has taken overNow that we're lured into completely open spaceNow that we are crawling back into our cubesNow that we are crawling back into our cubes

Now that vacuity has taken overNow that we're lured into completely open spaceNow that we are crawling back into our cubesNow that we are crawling back into our cubes

Do you want me in or do you want me out?Do you want me in or do you want me out?Do you want me in or do you want me out?



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Do you want me in?


We keep on rotatingWe keep on mutating



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Apocalypse LaterBread and games now - apocalypse laterNo matter where the soil is taken from you want your island to be greaterAnd I say good night lovers good night friendsThis is where my story endsThis is where I'll overdose

I challenge your imperiumIn your grandiose arenaI'm ready to be sacrificedTo the god of sabotage

Rebels come and goCaesars rise and fallEveryone who's not in the arena is a weakling or a traitorAnd I say good night lovers good night friendsFrom beyond the corroding fenceThat holds back anarchyWhat would I give to have your confidenceWhat would I give for your poetic licenseBut my fire eats itself



Good night lovers good night friendsGood night lovers good night friends



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Record DealHave these words ever had a meaningTrying to trick me into going on?As if there was a higher dutyI've tried to add imaginationI've tried to read between the muddled linesWithout the genes to grasp the humour

I owe you not a single secretA swank tale from my universeTo fashion yoursA good will sign to tame the distance

I'm person a you're person bIn a simulated mysteryI'm person a you're person bIn a never-ending playTo the gallery

Opinions zombify intentionsOpinions prattled ad infinitumThe ever same revolving avalancheI'll stay the king of isolationMy kingdom is trapped into a corrosive tranceAnd everyday becomes a suicide

I'm person a you're person bIn a simulated mysteryI'm person a you're person bIn a never-ending playTo the gallery

I'm tired of it tired of itI'm tired of it tired of it

The same lines the same chords the same procedure as every yearGive me a record deal and I will change the worldGive me a record deal and I will change the world



Mr.42 2010 of 22

My CounterfeitYour life is like an illusion to meNever clearing up never taking shapeA secret you're keeping wellA vapid play without audienceIrrational ideas not testable beliefA sequence of misunderstandings

So here's the place you dropped me atMy battle ground my totem poleMy counterfeitI walk without a single doubtThat even I have weapons tooTo join the fight

Your legend is told in an unknown voiceBeyond the wheel of lifeI'll always weave myself between your moleculesI've not grown wise in this wide open spaceI'm heading for disorderMy inner compass fails to point at my origin

So here's the place you dropped me atMy battle ground my totem poleMy counterfeitI walk without a single doubtThat even I have weapons tooTo join the fight

Too soon too soonYou've had a son to teachToo soon too soonYou've had a son to teachTake part I won't ask for moreJust for a day I won't ask for more



Mr.42 2010 of 22

RefugeeI cancelled gravityBroke off intimacyNo more dying of thirstBeside the fountainI sleep a quiet sleepStreet dogs are guarding meAnd don't say goodbyeI'm gone already

I'm a refugee don't talk to meI prefer to be anonymousDon't relate to me or send your artilleryLet us get wasted in the black cafe

I'll take a final flightWith the clay pigeonsI won't bore you againWith faint resistanceI know a hiding placeNobody wants to findAnd that's where I'll sitAnd watch the dominoes fall

I'm a refugee don't talk to meI prefer to be anonymousDon't relate to me or send your artilleryLet us get wasted in the black cafe

SecurityThe bait we swallowSecurityHow wrong we are!

SecurityThe bait we swallowSecurityHow wrong we are!



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Alpha Animal ComplexHey… say you'll end the treacheryHey… we're one blood one familyI say… I have split my mind in twoYou say… what the hell is wrong with you?

Carry on nothing's in your way carry on nothing's in your way nothing's in your wayCarry on nothing's in your way carry on nothing's in your way nothing's in your wayYour alpha animal complexYour dutiful regimeI'm getting high just to be near youI lay my freedom at your feet

Fame… cheers to set your mind at easeFame… this will be your masterpieceYour words… riddle my sobrietyMy words… numb beyond recovery

Carry on nothing's in your way carry on nothing's in your way nothing's in your wayCarry on nothing's in your way carry on nothing's in your way nothing's in your wayYour alpha animal complexYour dutiful regimeI'm getting high just to be near youI lay my freedom at your feet

All the rocks blown upAll the walls torn downNo one has objections

Your alpha animal complexYour dutiful regimeI'm getting high just to be near youI lay my freedom at your feet

Your alpha animal complexYour dutiful regimeI'm getting high high high just to be near youYou scare the daylights out of me

Carry on nothing's in your way carry on nothing's in your way nothing's in your wayCarry on nothing's in your way carry on nothing's in your way nothing's in your way



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Golden BoyHow did your soul become so comfortableWith this betrayal with his betrayalThis certain feel for opportunityThe killer instinct the killer instinct

I can't stop hurting youUntil your ideology is crushed and broken crushed and brokenI can't stop hurting youUntil the hurt pours out of meCan't stop till you're crushed and broken

Big talkers networks deals prioritiesThe blood on your hands the blood on your handsEnough to ruin what seemed inviolableAlmost sacred almost sacred


The right time the right locationThe right plan to sell yourselfAll these broken human beingsAll in wait to be impressed

The right time the right locationThe right plan to sell yourselfAll these broken human beingsAll in wait to be impressed

I cannot stop hurting you




Mr.42 2010 of 22

Lord of the LiesStop talking with your mouth full of needlesThere's no greater there's no higher understandingStop talking with your mouth full of needlesThere's no greater there's no higher understanding

Up one minute down the nextParty harder come to restYour voice is made of laughing gasThe words you don't say are your bestImitate and improviseEveryone loves the lord of the liesYour voice is made of laughing gasThe words you don't say are your best

Stop vexing your imaginary enemiesTake the fight out lay your arms down treat the woundedTravel back set the record straight gamble back the forfeited meaningTravel back set the record straight gamble back the forfeited meaning





Mr.42 2010 of 22

StereotypeThe scent of the wide worldIn concrete and glassCompels your amazementUntil you're numbHow long will you marvelBefore you sign in?The gates are wide openAnd here you come

You give yourself awayFor nothingYou give yourself awayFor a stereotypeThere's no call for help I won't come runningToo late to recognize you

They get you connectedTo dreams off the rackThe choice between leaderAnd copycatYou may bask in riversOf wine to blank outThe tick of the time bombPlaced in your head

You give yourself awayFor nothingYou give yourself awayFor a stereotypeThere's no call for help I won't come runningToo late to recognize you

You think this is the path to freedomA chance to leaveA path to freedomIt's not!It's not!

You think this is the path to freedomA chance to leaveA path to freedomIt's not!It's not!

Some go to take partOthers just to witness how hardYou tryYou tryYou tryYou try



Mr.42 2010 of 22

StuckkatoI say you're the artist choose your colour rangeYou say you're the art I'll bow to your commandsYou're wiping me out, you're wiping me outWith every stroke of your brushWith every layer

I'm getting less, less, lessI'm going up in smoke into endless whiteI'm in the monkey cageWhat the hell is going on outside?

My sweet mistake my bitter regretI'm trying to connect I'm trying to forgetI promise not to take the party drug againI'd promise anything just to come to my senseJust to come to my sense

Just to come to my sense

I'm in the monkey cageWhat the hell is going on outside?…I'm in the monkey cageWhat the hell is going on outside?

… into endless white



Mr.42 2010 of 22

BatteriesCome to where oblivion counts you inCome to where your time is not running outCome to where regrets are deemed as sinCome to where no question are allowed

Pack your bags and quitThe luxuries of lifeThat never seem to fitPack your bags and quitThe luxuries of lifeThe race of walking batteries

The race of walking batteriesThe tales of talking batteriesWhat a nice evening, what a nice conversation

Just when you align your symmetryJust when you could swear it can't get worseJust when you dump into absurdityThe center of an unborn universe

Pack your bags and quitThe luxuries of lifeThat never seem to fitPack your bags and quitThe luxuries of lifeThe race of walking batteries

The race of walking batteriesThe tales of talking batteriesWhat a nice evening, what a nice conversation

The race of walking batteriesThe comedy, the never-ending lineWe're gladly waiting in

Your comedyYour interim arrangement

Your unforgotten pastYour interim arrangement…interim arrangement



Mr.42 2010 of 22

The HuntA summer sky of clouds, rushing homewardsA requiem for youth, distant hummingI cannot show up yet, start without meI don't like the idea, gaining contours - here

I started out with hope, drunk with passionEnding up in smoke, frantic absentThe picture of a pale, wanted posterXeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere

Choose your weapon, choose your companyChoose your weapon, choose your companyLine up with the huntersYou can, line up with the huntersYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can, line up with the huntersYou can, line up with the huntersYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can't,

An autumn creeping out, of its ambushBragging 'bout its skills, as protectorAlthough I am aware, of the recoilI swallow the idea, just to make it - disappear

Choose your weapon, choose your companyChoose your weapon, choose your companyLine up with the huntersYou can, line up with the huntersYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can, strike off my admissionYou can, strike off my admissionYou can't, do anything about itYou can't, do anything about itYou can't,

I'm still running…Wrapped in daydreams…Darting sideways…Through the ditches…

Line up with the huntersYou can, line up with the huntersYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can't, trap me in the systemYou can, strike off my admissionYou can, strike off my admissionYou can't, do anything about it



Mr.42 2010 of 22

You can't, do anything about itYou can't



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Jericho BeachThe lights go out over Jericho Beach and my eyes can't store the memoryThe back of my space drifts away into someone else's galaxyI make my choice and the path of choice leads into role behaviourI sell my dreams for the promise of peace as I know that you'll arrange for me

A place to stay and sometimes be awakeA place to stay and sometimes be awake

I'm down in the tunnel down in the tunnel the tunnel is all I memorizeA hollow truth a droned-out monologue waiting to be filled with liesI am what I could lay aside from the urge to recreate myselfI'm 30 years of age and still I can't find behind the wall of ice

A place to stay and sometimes be awakeA place to stay and sometimes be awake

Stay away, stay awayYou might get hurt, you might get lost like meStay away, stay awayYou might get hurt, you might get lost like meDon't try to save meRelease the diving bellTransfer my head above the waterCount me in and treat me well

I discard the doubt that it's out of date to prolong my breech of gravityI'm driven along by the gospel orbiting a world that seems too small for meI know that you know that I know while my faith could move HimalayasMy will locates in a meaningless phrase in a self-admiring mimicry

A place to stay and sometimes be awakeA place to stay and sometimes be awakeA place to stay…



Mr.42 2010 of 22

Shadow PlayThey lie in waitAt the barricadesWhen they draw nearerWe are scaring them awayIt's the shadow play the shadow playThe shadow playIt's the shadow play the shadow playThe shadow play

With you as KingWe won't go downWith you as KingWe are scaring them awayIt's the shadow play

We known ourselvesThere's a mole within our ranksSmoke him outAnd his hocus-pocusGet him running with the ratsGet him running with the ratsGet him running with the ratsGet him running with the rats

There's a hole in my headAnd the fat's lying bareAnd the rats are running in and outAn opaque cabaretAn internal affairAnd the mole is never scared awayI'm candid and fairI don't hackle the speakerIn the evening prayerI try not to thinkIn this total eclipseI'm the shadow player


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