Tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby—
but know that I don’t care.
Show me what you’re hiding, honey;
I need to see your ‘ware.
Street docs and implants, yeah—
just think what you could be.
The will and chrome are hard as nails—
it’s the meat that’s fuckin’ weak.
[So you wanna see what machines can do?]
We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease those fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
WE’LL MAKE OUR GETAWAY!
You go straight for the money—
I’ll flood this place with fuel!
Won’t be no witnesses—no—
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!
It’s just a contract, man—
ain’t no feelings on the job.
Just another payday, yeah—
another corpo drone to rob.
Tell me what you’re thinkin, baby—
but know that I don’t care.
You’ve got me dead to rites
‘cuz I’m addicted to your ‘ware.
[If they ever wanna stop us, then they’re gonna have to catch us first.]
We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease those fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
WE’LL MAKE OUR GETAWAY!
This ain’t no easy life—no!—
we’re the cess in the fuckin’ pool!
But they will never stop us
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!
Know that no matter what comes,
you have my synthetic heart.
Nothing in the whole sixth world
could ever tear us apart.
We’ll tear apart the system!
We’ll grease those fuckin’ slaves!
We’ll steal off with the mark, yeah!
WE’LL MAKE OUR GETAWAY!
There ain’t no time for romance—
we’ve gotta play it cool.
No risk of double-crosses
‘cuz you’re my number one—
We’ll burn their institutions—
swallow the norm in flames—
reduce their rules to cinders
AND VANISH WITHOUT A TRACE!
I know the world is fucked!
I know the streets are cruel!
But we are gonna make it
‘cuz you’re my number one ghoul!
It's hard to pick a favourite track. This is the only album i have so far deemed as "perfect", where every track, even the intro, is just a masterpiece in its own right. From the hard hitting Perturbator's Theme to the emotional title track, its 68 minutes of perfection. 10/10. connivingkhajiit