Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F-Train , by - Squarepusher. Release date: 29.09.2002
Song language: English
F-Train |
| The last stage of a send up of a gut feeling doubtful |
| Touch down to one, two forty Fortran crowbars shouting in the cellar |
| But, no, maybe it’s too much to wear |
| Yes, considering the fear inside the ride |
| Starting to die, baby, I don’t wanna cry anymore |
| Yet, anyway, we escape quicker than mechanical deaths, rejuvenated |
| For transparent transport subjected to interpolated states |
| Sadly gated, you weigh against all sidechains |
| Fighting the crush of silence of the right hand mantle, cranium allegedly |
| delayed |
| Uranium burning fabric off our backs until we can no longer see |
| Plus, plus the fact that no one’s left meaning we’re less than apparent |
| At a rate of complex numbers transpiring to retire rats racing |
| Time stranded in a stretch predicted yet unfounded |
| In polynomial calculations set to have misled the walking dead |
| Yet, on awakening, we may reflect death as a tool to give credibility |
| To reflectivity falling in slow motion 'cause we’re pushed to the last step |
| Axis discrepancy indicates hexagons beyond control anomaly |
| Mutilation colony reflects no triangular energy |
| Components one and two, tubular reality systems in question |
| Multiply senseless consent of inspection prior to combustion |
| Eternal conduction experiments once supposed |
| Disfigured immortal beings wander like stoked navigators |
| Pretend multifunctioning externals |
| Yes, we’ve cracked the menu, sitting like forks |
| Point at the blue corpse overlord |
| Splitting opportunities, broken like back doors |
| Ask why I don’t reply, while shoulders overlooked |
| But retain guises suitable for generating consent |
| Fooled, we’re none the wiser |
| Baud rate increases as metallic apparitions manifest |
| Through a thousand yard stare look sideways into infinite parallel ports |
| Headlong into one another, escaping, velocity becomes a matter of time |
| Compression thresholds as yet another tectonic secret unfolds |
| Third degree burns hover one moment above a Faraday cage |
| Exploding in slow motion, components rated electrolytic |
| Capacity suffocated in ozone |
| Waveforms communicate a paralysed process |
| Submerged calculus offers transient traces of illusion |
| Axis discrepancy indicates hexagons beyond control anomaly |
| Mutilation colony reflects no triangular energy |
| Asynchronous matter avoided by a diagram invisibility |
| Subtle methods symmetry uncovered a diagonal telemetry |
| Catastrophes deep frozen, remaining moments horizontal like a stone |
| Endless slowing down till actions turn sidelong |
| Still inverted the regressions, lessons unlearnt |
| Inertia presides over burnt modernist strides |
| Looking glass to stones thrown |
| Fractions later, swan songs colliding unpopular |
| Finding incubated micro command shells, acoustic arguments no longer specified |
| Yet, this time, freedom transpires wide open deserts |
| Yet access denied, sinking in like rotten requests from perished minds |
| Affirmations become distant light sources pinpointing curved fragments |
| Mysterious elements time stretch incubators, illuminates strange tangents |
| Electrocution integrated into life on stretcher beds |
| Conceived by airborne sickness |
| Surrounded cold avenues of silence |
| Getting to grips, preparation for long falls |
| Staircases previously seen only by the dead seem to persist in times of denied |
| states |
| Yet returning to errors like fools locking doors |
| Random disintegration occurs as we await falling forwards forever |
| Axis discrepancy indicates hexagons beyond control anomaly |
| Mutilation colony reflects no triangular energy |
| Asynchronous matter avoided by a diagram invisibility |
| Subtle methods symmetry uncovered a diagonal telemetry |