section 13

Lyrics

Size Zero

You want that lifestyle / You want that dream
Not based on talent but on the size of your jeans
Perpetuate the myth that only one size fits

Altar is your TV / Bible’s glossy magazines
But I’ve seen the way you act - it’s so obscene
Perpetuate the myth that only one size fits

Size zero frame / Size zero brain
I won’t play your game

Everywhere I look – celebrity skin
But these people are shit / So you’ll fit right in
Perpetuate the myth that only one size fits

Can never be too rich / Can never be too thin
That’s the kind of thinking that fills an early coffin
Perpetuate the myth that only one size fits

Size zero frame / Size zero brain
I won’t play your game

Trophy Wall

See-through answers / Vote catch lies
Feed us falsehoods while you look us in the eye
Best beware cos I’m watching you
And I’ve found a way to find the truth

I provide a public service
They’re better when they’ve heard my call
TV faces that avoid the issue
Should be on my trophy wall

Dead of night / Injection’s quick
Intention’s clear / It’s Dexter’s trick
Duct-tape bracelets / Cellophane smile
Cling film grin and panicked eyes

I provide a public service
They’re better when they’ve heard my call
Talking heads that now all say the same
Hanging on my trophy wall

Can you feel the tension as the questioning begins
No autocue, no make-up girls
Just scalpels, forceps, power tools
Every small incision brings new evidence to light
Feel the freedom flowing from your veins

Desperate pleas / Composure’s gone
White-hot lights expose the con
Blur-speed teeth bite into skin
Manifesto screams the truth within

I provide a public service
World’s better when they’ve heard my call
None survive my vote of confidence
Hanging on my trophy wall

Trophy wall

Never Meant To Be

I can remember a time
When our hearts were full of thunder
World was ours to redesign
No-one could pull us under

Never was meant to be

All those actions that we planned
Loud statements shouted at blank walls
In the end we all got older
White-hot turned to lukewarm

Never was meant to be

Newspeak

Enemy is within us now
So we need to prepare
So we’re taking control
There’s no need to be scared

Comply / Do what you’re told to do

HEY YOU!
No escape!
Try ….

Look out! Look out!
The future’s coming and it’s Kevlar black
Look out! Look out!
The future’s coming and it’s coming after you
Look out! Look out!
The future’s coming and it’s retinal scanned
Look out! Look out!
The future’s coming

Please report to assembly points
Please line up in pairs
Bring your identity cards
There’s no need to be scared

Comply / Do what you’re told to do

X Song

She had to get out of the city
Had to find a way out
Walls are closing in around her
Escape her raging doubt
Trying to make her into something she knows she’ll never be
Says she knows they’re trying to grind her down
She’s going to drown

She says “You’ll never take control of me”

She had to get out of the city
Had to leave it behind
Tired of streets just leading nowhere
Dead ends that leave her blind
Nothing now to keep her here
Now she’s overcome that fear
Of new starts, new streets, new faces
Got her chance now it’s time to take it

She says “You’ll never take control of me”

She’s going / Right now!

She says “You’ll never take control of me”

Gotta seize her chance / Gotta seize her time

Minor Seventh

You’re going one way / We’re going another
You ridicule our path but I’ve discovered
The more you laugh at us / The stronger we become
We know the way we’re walking

Took all this time / To realise

There’s no end / No destination
The pinpoint on the horizon
Get’s no bigger no matter how far we go / How close we get

Took all this time / To realise

Stand up and be counted!

These Coffee Grinds Don’t Taste Too Good

Pressure’s building inside my head
If I don’t find a way out soon, gonna wind up dead
Maybe take a trip into the green
Find somewhere I can be so silent and unseen

Gotta find myself a way out of here

Feel like someone bottoxed my brain
Slowing to a crawl / Can’t feel no pain
Empty nothingness / I’m in a void
My whole personality has been destroyed

Gotta find myself a way out of here

Perfection or self-destruction
There’s nothing in between
If I cannot be all, I’d rather be nothing, nothing at all

Gotta find myself a way out of here
Gotta find myself a way

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