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An/Animal 1
04:09
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Fade in from black, zoom into scene. The message was lost. The message you waited for. Covered in dirt, too hard to see. You looked away like I was an animal.
I was there from the start. Staring into the sun. Singing Ave Maria oh so sweetly at the top of my lungs. I was there from the start.
Carry me back, back into scene. It’s breaking my heart to be so believable. Character set. It’s my face on the screen. And I ‘ll play my part because I’m just an animal.
I was there from the start, staring into the sun. Singing Ave Maria oh so sweetly at the top of my lungs. I was there from the start.
Holding the hand of my mother. I can feel her pulling me closer as I fall into the water.
hmm yes down in the water.
Tell my mother that I love her. Tell my father I’m gone.
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An/Animal 2
02:51
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Mama, I know I let you down. But my house was on fire. I was in the clouds.
I left my weight back on the ground. Those arms will never hold me now.
Hold me close. They tell me that there’s nothing left to know. They tell me that there’s nothing left to hope for and never tell their dirty little secret.
Bit by bit they took it all. So we built a house and so they built a wall. To keep some out keep some in the cold. To keep us down and in control.
They hold us down. They hold us close. They tell us that there’s nothing left to know. They tell us that there’s nothing left to hope for and never tell their dirty little secret.
Oh yes. Oh won’t you rise like a morning rise and be the city of light? Oh won’t you rise, rise like a tidal wave be the water?
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An/Animal 3
04:25
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Hey there, don’t make a sound. you move too much. Just settle down. My God. He’s on the television. He feeds me dreams. He grants me vision. I know, my dear, that I must seem very little but I was made for bigger things. Just a little.
They could be right, I could be wrong there might be nothing to fear from the dark but there might be something.
I don’t ever want to feel broken. I don’t ever want to feel empty and soulless. There I am in the back with a knife in my hand and you over my shoulder. I don’t ever want to feel broken.
Come on now, let’s take a ride and I’ll let you live another night. My God. He’s on the television. He stays my hand; guides the incision. I know that you’re supposed to bleed just a little. So open up your heart to me, just a little.
Now I could be right I could be wrong there might be nothing to fear in the dark but there could be something.
Am I always going to be broken? Am I always going to be empty and soulless? There I am in the back with a knife in my hand and you over my shoulder. Am I always going to be broken?
Tell me I’m right tell me I’m wrong tell me there’s nothing to fear in the dark, tell me I’m here just tell me something. Just tell me now. Is there any point in me?
Now I’m never going to be broken. Now I’m never going to be empty and soulless. There I am in the back with a knife in my hands and you over my shoulder. Now I’m never going to be broken.
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An/Animal 4
04:16
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I fell from the tallest tree. Arms couldn’t hold me. Betrayed by the canopy. I curse at the wind but its moving too fast for me.
I lie in the fallen leaves. Dead little soldiers ever serving Her Majesty. Caught in an endless coil that will bring no relief with steel and gold.
I’m turning screws until I bleed. I pour white fire through my arteries. I forged my heart in a factory with steel and gold.
Working all through the night. My anvil and I. It gives to me little fight and bends the whorl to my eye. And with the sun I shall rise. Unveil a twisted design of steel and gold.
Bottoms up now my friends, I won’t see you again, I am off to the sea. I will travel by night and when I open my eyes I will be the machine you need.
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Fade in from black, zoom into scene. The message was lost. The message you waited for. Covered in dirt, too hard to see. You looked away like I was an animal.
I was there from the start. Staring into the sun. Singing Ave Maria oh so sweetly at the top of my lungs. I was there from the start.
Carry me back, back into scene. It’s breaking my heart to be so believable. Character set. It’s my face on the screen. And I ‘ll play my part because I’m just an animal.
I was there from the start, staring into the sun. Singing Ave Maria oh so sweetly at the top of my lungs. I was there from the start.
Holding the hand of my mother. I can feel her pulling me closer as I fall into the water.
hmm yes down in the water.
Tell my mother that I love her. Tell my father I’m gone.
Mama, I know I let you down. But my house was on fire. I was in the clouds.
I left my weight back on the ground. Those arms will never hold me now.
Hold me close. They tell me that there’s nothing left to know. They tell me that there’s nothing left to hope for and never tell their dirty little secret.
Bit by bit they took it all. So we built a house and so they built a wall. To keep some out keep some in the cold. To keep us down and in control.
They hold us down. They hold us close. They tell us that there’s nothing left to know. They tell us that there’s nothing left to hope for and never tell their dirty little secret.
Oh yes. Oh won’t you rise like a morning rise and be the city of light? Oh won’t you rise, rise like a tidal wave be the water?
Hey there, don’t make a sound. you move too much. Just settle down. My God. He’s on the television. He feeds me dreams. He grants me vision. I know, my dear, that I must seem very little but I was made for bigger things. Just a little.
They could be right, I could be wrong there might be nothing to fear from the dark but there might be something.
I don’t ever want to feel broken. I don’t ever want to feel empty and soulless. There I am in the back with a knife in my hand and you over my shoulder. I don’t ever want to feel broken.
Come on now, let’s take a ride and I’ll let you live another night. My God. He’s on the television. He stays my hand; guides the incision. I know that you’re supposed to bleed just a little. So open up your heart to me, just a little.
Now I could be right I could be wrong there might be nothing to fear in the dark but there could be something.
Am I always going to be broken? Am I always going to be empty and soulless? There I am in the back with a knife in my hand and you over my shoulder. Am I always going to be broken?
Tell me I’m right tell me I’m wrong tell me there’s nothing to fear in the dark, tell me I’m here just tell me something. Just tell me now. Is there any point in me?
Now I’m never going to be broken. Now I’m never going to be empty and soulless. There I am in the back with a knife in my hands and you over my shoulder. Now I’m never going to be broken.
I fell from the tallest tree. Arms couldn’t hold me. Betrayed by the canopy. I curse at the wind but its moving too fast for me.
I lie in the fallen leaves. Dead little soldiers ever serving Her Majesty. Caught in an endless coil that will bring no relief with steel and gold.
I’m turning screws until I bleed. I pour white fire through my arteries. I forged my heart in a factory with steel and gold.
Working all through the night. My anvil and I. It gives to me little fight and bends the whorl to my eye. And with the sun I shall rise. Unveil a twisted design of steel and gold.
Bottoms up now my friends, I won’t see you again, I am off to the sea. I will travel by night and when I open my eyes I will be the machine you need.
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