Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Age of Panic, artist - Senser. Album song Senser Stacked up XX, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 16.11.2014
Record label: Bacon Empire
Song language: English
Age of Panic |
Check it check it out, check it out, check it check it out |
Bring it bring it on, bring it on, come on, come on |
Check it check it out, check it out, check it check it out |
My name is Crash |
Sidewinding, I flash like a burning flare |
Don’t look away 'cause I’m already in there |
I’ve been there — wherever you stare |
I’ve been there longer than you care to remember |
Buried deep inside you, now you must step |
To accept all the past behind you |
Pain breeding pain and it’s back again |
Only the scars in your brain remain |
So you look for a vent, you consent to escape |
What’s gone and now I’m on |
From the nipple to the needle to the bottle |
And you’re never satisfied |
For these crimes you must be tried |
You can’t hide 'cause I am reality |
Your birthright is a world of insanity |
Disconnected legacy and you will never see |
An end to the global savagery |
Continuing to feed your desire for more |
But deep down you know the truth |
You’ll never find what you’re looking for |
It’s gone and you can’t buy it back |
And now your senses are under attack |
So you act automatic |
And turn to the frantic nation of addicts |
Reduced to the manic, false erratic |
Solemn doped up slaves and servants of greed |
Because you were born into the age of panic |
Now I’m going all city with the master plan |
I’m faster man and I’m about to tell just who I am |
I am the reality you can’t escape |
The visions recorded on disk and tape |
The rape, the horror, the shame so familiar |
My words fill you with dread and then kill you dead |
Stone cold in your stride |
I fill a hole in your soul around fifty miles wide |
I’m the contradiction each time you speak |
I keep you weakened, get down at your feet |
I am the part that you can never reconcile |
You’re right here but you’re living in exile |
Walking in cities of stone, the shadows groan |
Thousands of people but you’re all alone |
In your own little zone, like a drone |
Working in hives all your lives bowing down to the throne |
The overlords made in your own image |
Anaesthetised you in the global village |
Now you’re finished, dependent lost in a maze |
You’re dazed as you stare at the glowing blaze |
Erased. |
Your future pulses in a computer |
I am you — now how’d that suit ya? |
Inherited chaos now instilled as I willed |
And now I just wait for the kill as they’re born into the age of panic |