Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Liquidity , by - Senser. Song from the album To the Capsule, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 10.10.2013
Record label: Imprint
Song language: English
Liquidity |
| Synchronous vampire threat margin |
| headless effort |
| Creeping desert |
| hide in the present |
| Thermic shock contrast |
| Death forecast |
| Dry rising |
| This is what Chuck called «sex for profit» |
| Endless profit |
| heat the market |
| Bleed the carcass |
| Telepathic insider |
| Psycho kinesis in endgame investment |
| Pull the plug and retire to the capsules |
| Retire to the hamptons on broken guilt futures |
| The final shock night double feature |
| Twin headed looming creature |
| Salt rising in dead pretext |
| Like failed soviet irrigation projects frozen logic |
| No long term and no macroscopic |
| We looked beyond and there was nothing |
| A mechanical prophet and a talent contest |
| Nothing to subvert cause its oh so quiet |
| So dry |
| Nothing is lost |
| You chose your fate and the pool evaporated. |
| Like a Stalinist vintage team photo patched up |
| Rewrite the past and let nostalgia catch up |
| Neo-truth hedge fund parallax mist |
| Things that do but do not exist |
| But see, these things simply don’t exist! |
| The seer sees the terrors freed in extra-dimensional yogic drought |
| The brightest and the best caught in the tightest orbit |
| Morbid self-interest |
| Nausea dry riverbed mouth |
| No liquidity, no depth index |
| Adrift on sand, shifting bandwidths |
| Sifting through empty cans |
| Remind me what is the long-term plan? |
| Roaming gangs? |
| Is this the best you can? |
| Remind me, what is it to be a man? |
| A non-solvent gene portfolio staring at a tiny puddle of brown |
| Absent liquidity |
| Set to optimum gain threshold |
| Grasping at the hot air as your falling backwards |
| Ambient liquidity removed by extraction |
| Real current removed and replaced by phantom capsules |
| I always wondered where the blood was channelled! |
| The Reservoir is a mirage and finally seen as such |
| Nothing but brittle bills that crumble to the touch |
| Parched dry paper, all water vapour escaping |
| Is this what happened before Weimar? |
| The palace is empty |
| keep rolling, keep taping |
| Is this what happened on mars? |
| Is this the end of your quest for the stars? |
| An airlock hissing open in red dust |
| A sense that we’ve been here before but no sign of liquidity. |