Tilt - Play Cell (2004) by Tilt (보컬) on maniadb.com

White frame lies to live in leave, nothing to gain
Your Colorless divinities can scarcely light the way
White frame homes in celibate rows, they swell and melt together
Aspirations lie in possessions each dwellers dream so similar

Keep witches behind, mythical lines
And squeeze my faith between my knees
I can't take one more lie, so I'll take one of each

In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice
Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine

Pack it in, save it up
Pack it in, save it up

In this static heat, I barely make my home suffice
Persuaded by a sleepy beat, I can't tell which is mine
Impeded by machine, awash in blue light spending nights
Imbibing life through their screen it shows me to believe

Dead, or is he dying? Was he mugged? Or did he quit trying? Regardless =
of the reason, we gotta move him. See, he blocks the car in, we should =
leave a messanger to find him, as we speak the traffic thickens like a =
virus. Dead bum, dead bum, just another dead bum, dead bum, dead bum, =
Did I catch you at a bad time? You should know my voice by now, I've =
got further instructions I don't know what you'll do without. I've got a =


job to do here, and I need a clear head, you don't want to get me mad =
dear, no use in calling the feds.
Submitted by: Mel

Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen , =
you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the =
barbed wire, trespass onto the corporate land, lynching what time we =
have left. I can see you from here, let me come across, we're lost upon =
the shoulder I never was your atlas, tempted off the pavement what can =
you accomplish? I can see you from here you're stalking down your anger, =


rows of newly broken earth trip up your urban stagger.
Submitted by: Mel

Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, =
this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and suck =
another, you're in the clear. Every day deception, faking a motive, a =
regular jokes "This is where I live" apprasing each intruder, one tipsy =
glimpse of them, loyal to a forgotten stratagen. Get on in, shake off =
the road, don't you know that you're blocking the door? Unlucky lounge, =
keeps her tables clean for you, forever darkness at noon. A vestige of =
some former self saddles up slowly to the bar, she recieves the news =


above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash =
it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy =
here, all you have is what we got.
Submitted by: Mel