Exit Order - Seed of Hysteria Lyrics
1. Seed of Hysteria
many men too tall to die
too much to be done
we caught ourselves climbing
rusting one by one
seed of hysteria
bitter pill
they gag us still
long way looking up
calling beasts of prey
we caught ourselves knowing
how to disobey
2. Mass Panic
march to mass panic
arms out to the offender
there is delusion in the water
mass panic
parade through the streets
chin up to the offender
there is a misprint in the city
mass panic
sound the alarm
eyes locked on the offender
there is delusion in the water
there is flooding in the street
wring out the cannon fodder
taste the air of the elite
take a drink with your defeat
mass panic
3. Dead Ringer
the shadow walks me home
i've never been alone
the echo, it sounds like something
the mirror, it tells me nothing
dead ringer
the shadow invents the rest
marked by the mess
the echo, it sounds like something
the mirror, it tells me nothing
dead ringer
lost in the mass
new ranks breed and go past
feed on the last
4. Still Water
pure thing
key turning turning turning
misreading the road
to somewhere or home
still water
they drained the river
it's marked and bitter
pure thing
wick burning burning burning
the unrest is close
it's something to own
take the river
pure thing
it's washed in winter
always wanting bigger
still water
take the river
drowning in the drink
drained thinner and thinner
cleansing in with ink
still water
5. Electric Shock
punished and purified
perfumed by soot
nervous and demonized
rotten at the root
electric shock
to cool the blood
someone else's voice
will tell us what we've done
tremor wet, lost in time
we hold the tongue
seized and frantic
tonic-washed haunted ones
6. Walk in Line
my hands are tied
by cruel design
i walk in line
my hands are tied
they don't look like mine
i walk in line
misdirected
to nowhere or to luck
there's nothing i can touch
someone always tells me
i can only be so much
7. The Order
the iron's splitting
pitted to the touch
pretense is failing
a lifetime is enough
the table's turning
it's tipping luck
the veil is disappearing
it can only take so much
the order is leaking
its bars are all but rust
crop is dying
invented rest
the custom trying
to make up for its mess
the table's turing
upright at best
the veil is tearing
it's been cut for something less
the order is leaking
it's breathing down your neck
the order is leaking
its bars are all but rust
the veil is tearing
it can only take so much
convention started bleeding
and is colder to the touch
8. Making Good
the impulse is a missing thing
a low light and the static cling
i'm buried in the nerve
just making good to miss
who am i and who was i
the likeness doesn't fit
calling from that place again
who am i and who was i then
in the nerve
where was it that i told you no
we want somewhere we'll never go
9. Dirt On Your Chest
negligent breed
it is glowing and ugly
licking dust for the speed
it is happy it is sullied
piecing through the mess
forgiving the rest
living so easy with its dirt on your chest
chronic little city
it is muted and strange
someone's sparring for pity
a sorry hook for the blame
10. Clear the Dust
the air is getting thinner
the weight is a spell just a place we have been
i was born to something bitter
long thin thread from tooth to rim
clear the dust
it's all i touch
watching for the seed
regret is a habit it is soaking the ground
i was sifting for the key
uncovered a bulb and dropped it down
clear the dust
it's all i touch
i can't remember ever
wanting so much
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