Paroles de l'album :"Join hands"(part 1).
Poppy Day
(2 minutes of Silence)
In Flanders fields
The poppies grow
Between the crosses
Row on row
That mark our place
We are the dead...
Regal Zone
Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam
While helmets of blood fill the screen
They look away
and then they say
"For the good of the land,
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
on the throne of the regal zone
Old limbs hang in the torture room
While old kings hang in the portrait room
Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance
of the squirming body on the marble plate
They look away
and then they say
"For the good of the land,
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alone
on the throne of the regal zone
Placebo Effect
You dip your hands into my flesh
And say you won't reveal a scar
I must have faith in this procedure
It's a miracle - It's a wonder
A thousand hidden needles
In a thousand covered nerves
Stick pins in my receptacles
Look to your Voodoo doll - your mojo
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications
Which colour shall we have today?
Depends on how I feel you say
Consult your research on the media
See blue will calm my hysteria
Staying alive at five
For you to cure my ailments
Another soul is saved
With your bogus medications
Staying alive at five
With your empty containers
Another corpse ornaments your waiting room
A placebo effect reversed
Will you ever regret--the placebo effect
Can you ever forget--the placebo effect
Icon
My eyes went up to Heaven
You didn't say I'd be blind
without them
Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires
Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
You always said I'd be blind
without them
Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disciplines
Stick in that new born throat
Instill a lie -- an artificial eye
to view a perfect land
Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires
Can I? -- stick skewers in my skin
and whirl a dervish spin
Can I? -- set myself on fire
to prove some kind of desire
Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It's the nightpiece
It's the Icon
Icons -- feed the fires
Icons -- falling from the spires