Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Televised, artist - Stromkern.
Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
Televised |
Try to imagine |
The end of eternity |
Close your eyes and try to imagine |
Forever |
(…) at the end |
(…) the forces that we win |
(…) for a time |
(…) valuing our minds |
(…) at the end |
(…) the forces that (…) |
(…) for time |
(…) valuing our minds |
It’s just a thousand times defined |
It’s just an overload |
Committed silence to an overdose |
Like it’s something else you could control |
So if you’re absolutely sure |
And you know your thoughts are pure |
I hope and pray I’m not too late |
I’m not too late |
I made an effort to define |
I took a moment to discern |
I may be melancholy |
Second calling |
(…) don’t believe |
And all the things you hear and say |
Well just forget them anyway |
So many lies emerging, slowly merging |
Converging to align |
Well You can tell me it’s contrived |
You can tell me I’m a liar |
You can try to be (…) to take away my mind |
But what you can’t begin to see |
And what you never quite believe |
Is that were always fighting |
And always trying |
To see how we might undermine your needs |
You’re just a cog in the time machine |
You’re just a pawn. |
You’re addicted greed |
A body sated, a body hated, a body created to give into need |
And you’re never the same |
One night I almost believed I died |
Woke up cause I almost could see the time |
My self (…) find us |
Don’t stop to wonder what comes after |
(…) best to capture the solution |
Roll back (…) another revolution |
Case solved again in record time |
Better resign cause you’re better off than toeing the line |
Trying to find (…) |
Living a life that’s something of a compromise |
My love like a trigger for a crisis |
(…) memorizes |
Coming back (…) the whole damn time |
(…) no surprises |
Now suffer like a predator, evermore, lie for, die for |
Never going to try for |
What do you find so amusing? |
Well? |
Well What? |
My love like a trigger for a crisis |
Sifting through the wreckage now |
You think found this (…) debris |
And then you might have settled down. |
but |
But you can’t wait to be free |
Free |
Living in a shallow providence |
Well a vision keeps me pure |
And its reason for me to redefine that |
I have never been so sure |
I’m living with the full decision now |
(…) like a lover full of lies |
It’s an accident. |
It’s a future crime |
It’s a most important lie |
My soul is temporary |
So bright and visionary (…) |
Revolving, burning up its sun |
Freefalling, Heaven’s calling |
One night I almost believed I died |
One time I buried myself alive |
That moment (…) |
Just kiss and wonder what comes after |
All bets (…) moment |
Go through the motions like you’re going to atone |
(…) money is keeping me alive |
Second guessing all the fucking time |
(…) suicide |
Looks like you were driving in a straight line |
(…) the body is synchronize |
(…) heaven’s televised |
I know you are |
But this could (…) |
You’re never too fat |
I know you can’t afford me |
Better than a little (…), guessing for |
Lie for, die for, nothing going to try for |
(…) nothing is over, then you run (…) |
(…) nothing is over, then you run (…) |
And you’re thinking that it’s over when your running away |
Thinking that it’s over cause your running away |
Running for days cause I don’t what to say |
(…) Running away because (…) |
And you’re thinking it’s over and there’s nothing to say |
Thinking that it’s over cause there’s nothing say |
Nothing to say because you threw away |
Because you sent me away |
Now there’s nothing to say |
And now you’re thinking it’s over and there’s nothing to say |
Thinking that it’s over and there’s nothing say |
Thinking that it’s over |
Thinking you were sober |
Praying is it over |
Sitting and you’re hoping and there’s nothing to say |
(…) and there’s nothing to say |
And you’re thinking and you’re hoping there’s nothing to say! |