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Infinity Land


Release Date:
04/10/04
Label:
Beggars Banquet
Producer:
Chris Sheldon and Biffy Clyro
Artwork:
Chris Fleming
Formats :
CD / Vinyl / Download

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01. Glitter and Trauma 5:10  
Diamonds, glitter and trauma tears, with an unfriendly atmosphere.
We'll make our night, we'll make tonight.

Your potential is underused, your skin will break into jigsaw shaped pieces of meat, you'll fall apart.

You can save them all.
I believe that you can.
Even though... you never listen.
You never listen.

But you are, the human, strobe.
You are the human strobe.

We are, like lightening, surrounded.
You are the human strobe.

Slaughtered moments and useless tales, encourage others to take the blame.
I love you when, you're not around.

You can save them all.
I believe that you can.
Even though... you never listen.
You never listen.

Let's take aim, you're looking the other way.
The right target, she's looking the other way.
There's no wreckage, I'll help you to do it right, tonight... we'll make it ours.

You are, the human, strobe.
You are the human strobe.

We are, like lightening, surrounded.
You are the human strobe.

Let's take aim, I'll help you to do it right.
Tonight... we'll make it ours.

You are, the human, strobe.
You are the human strobe.

We are, like lightening, surrounded.
You are the human strobe.
02. Strung to Your Ribcage 2:39    
You'll never catch me.
My belly is black, and, red.
Black and red.
Black and red.
Black and red.

You complete me.
Fucking say it, fucking say it, fucking say it.

It's like you're meant to be a hostage, another hostage, will eat you alive.
Fucking say it, fucking say it, fucking say it.

I take it for granted, that you'll feel at home.
You complete me.

When you flirt it makes me nauseous, I'm fucking nauseous, and I'll eat you... alive.

I take it for granted, that you'll feel at home.

Emotions never change, only towards you.
Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.

Inflamed, in every other way, in every other way.
Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.

Inhale, the splinters and the rain, the splinters and the rain.
Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.
Look down, I'm strung to your ribs.

Ooh,ooh.
Ooh,ooh.
Ooh,ooh.
Ooh,ooh.
03. My Recovery Injection 4:13  
I've been waitin on the overdrive.
Slick and polished on the inside.
It ruins feeding time.

I'll recover in an empty room.
In remission from a real mood.
Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn.

Why can't we hide, our secret lives?

Why can't we climb, this useless height?

You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.

I'll recover if you want me to.
Dig my way out of my black mood.
Wait for the sun to fade.

Why can't we hide, our useless lives?

You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.

You hide your time, so well.
Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness.
You hide your scars, so well.

And nothing matters anymore.
And nothing matters anymore.
And nothing matters anymore.
And nothing matters anymore.
And nothing matters anymore.
And nothing matters anymore.

(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
(You...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Say...) And nothing matters anymore.
(Nothing...) And nothing matters anymore.
04. Got Wrong 2:58    
I'm wrong
I'm wrong
I'm wrong

I don't know, why i take, it out on you
Could you dance in the black light of my glow
Could you dance in the white light of the snow

I'm wrong
I'm wrong
I'm wrong

My hair, recedes, from the horns
Could you dance in the black light of my glow
Could you dance in the white light of the snow
In other words, it takes what it takes

Got wrong
Got wrong
Got wrong

My hair, recedes, from the horns
In other words, it takes what it takes
In other words, it takes what it takes
In other words, it takes what it takes
To rely, on another one
Its our last chance
To help each other
05. The Atrocity 3:09    
I don't wanna die,
Don't expect me to die,
I've got my enemies, within my sight,
We're looking through a stain glassed genocide.

I don't wanna die,
Don't expect me to die,
What's joy without the tears, filling our eyes?
Memories of a perfect time.

We dream of nothing, or so we say,
We dream of discovering, a perfect trail,
To the answers that, will seal our pale faces.

That can't happen now,
It's flickering out,
Will we meet again? I hope somehow,
Even if we pass you on your way, out.

I don't wanna die,
Don't expect me to die,
We can live forever.

I don't wanna die,
Don't expect me to die,
We can live forever.
06. Some Kind of Wizard 3:50    
Itís spreading from my lungs
Our lips have come undone

And you say itís nothing
To discuss like eagles
And Iím floating face down

No sense makes sense
To me at all
When expression says it all
No sense makes sense
To me at all

It spreading to my tongue
Insert your own joke here

Quick, unstitch my eyes
Before they stick together

And you say itís nothing
To discuss like eagles
And Iím floating face down

No sense makes sense
To me at all
When your expression says it all
No sense makes sense
To me at all

Bet that you said youíd never
But you keep what you hold
(Take hold)
(Take hold)
(Take hold)
(Take hold)

The chase is everything
And what I want to say
Iím taking it back, Iím taking it back
From your history

The chase is everything
And anyone can see
Release their volume
All are history
07. Wave Upon Wave Upon Wave 5:47    
Why bother talking, if nobody's listening
Blame it on the final, phase of your induction
Why bother talking, if nobody's listening
Name it as a first-born, the firstborn is dead

Theres a knife in my hand
Covered in blood, i cant understand
Why, fucker, why
Wave upon wave upon wave upon wave

Why bother sitting, i cant stand sitting
Just blame it on someone, its your own instruction
Why bother talking, if nobody's listening
Name it as a first-born, the firstborn is dead

Theres a knife in my hand
Covered in blood, i cant understand
Why, fucker, why
Why, why, why, why

I've waited so long
I've waited so long
To see what it takes
I cant say no
I cant say no
To see what it takes

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

We're letting it go
Just before time
Sink to the bottom of our lives
We're letting it go
Before our time
Out us steal our sack live
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in magic?

Wave upon wave upon wave upon wave
08. Only One Word Comes to Mind 4:39  
This time
its now or never
the ones we are
supposed to bow to

In time we all crawl
believe in believe in meeee

In time we all fall
through our fingers
Its alright to hide away
underneath the ocean

Open up the way
I have to feel right

In time we all saw
Him upon up her

These words won't help you
If you're looking for answers
These words won't help you

It's alright to hide away
Underneath the ocean
Open up the way
I have to feel right
09. Thereís No Such Man as Crasp 1:24    
Ribs break
Souls stay bare
This i know
Your forked stare
Cuts through

Face up to a pointless task
Its the same
Re-written as crasp

Ribs break
Souls stay bare
This i know
Your forked stare
Cuts through

Face up to a pointless task
Its the same
Re-written as crasp

Face up to a pointless task
His name
Is crasp

Ribs break
Souls stay bare
10. There's No Such Thing as a Jaggy Snake 4:50    
Look up!!
C-c-c-c-c-captain christ says!!
You think too much about the wrong things.
You sing about the wrong things.
Take extra special care!!

Simply put you're a fuck up.
C-c-c-c-c-captain christ says!!
You think too much about the wrong things.
You sing about the wrong things.

Take extra special care..
Take extra special...
Take extra special...

Take on the world, at their own game.
You might succeed, and win again.

Ribs break. Souls stay bare.
Your' forked stare cuts through.
You twist, you turn
Wrapping around me, wrapping around me.
Now, so tight, squeezing the life from me.

You're facing a pointless task.
But it's the same thing, and it's the same thing.
And I will face the task...
11. The Kids From Kibble and the Fist of Light 3:54    
Say! Nothingís better
You say nothingís better
Say! Nothingís better than the rest
Say! Hope youíre better than the rest Ďcause you talk a good game

Your sensations are suffering
Iíll make your sensations suffer

Through these long sadistic highs
When you say the way I collide with you
I hope you see straight

Tonight, Iím in a rage
Tonight, Iím in a rage

Say! Nothingís better than the rest Ďcause you talk a good game

My sensations are suffering
My sensations are suffering
Through these long sadistic nights
Did you see the way I
Collide, with you
I hope you see straight

Tonight, Iím in a rage
Tonight, Iím in a rage

Once again
Youíve missed the point

These strange explosions hit me
Like a fist of light
These strange explosions hit me
Like a fist of light
These strange explosions hit me
Like a fist of light
These strange explosions hit me
Like a fist of light

These strange explosions hit me
(Do you believe that I care?)
Like a fist of light
These strange explosions hit me
(Do you believe that I care?)
Like a fist of light
These strange explosions hit me
(Do you believe that I care?)
Like a fist of light
These strange explosions hit meÖ
12. The Weapons Are Concealed 3:30  
I'm wearing it.
I'm wearing it under my face.
An expression and an admission of my disgrace.
But I'm sure I will make it okay.
I'll try to give you something better.
I'm wearing it today.
But I'm sure I will make it okay.
I'll try to give you something better.

You with a grin on your face.
Me with a bag in its place.
I've put a rope round my neck.
I'm trying to win your respect.

Conceal the weapons!
Conceal the weapons!
Death shares everything I have.
Conceal the weapons!
Conceal the weapons!
But I hate the way I
Conceal the weapons!

Blame it on the staring match between the two of us.
Blame it on the staring match between the two of us
13. Pause It and Turn It Up 25:31    
All I ask of you is to stick around, express the pain and your sadness
All I ask of you is to turn around, confess a system at work here

Wounds take time to heal, Wounds take time to heal

All I ask of you is to stick around, explain the art of your madness
all I ask is that you've learnt to turn around, confess the system at work here

Wounds take time to heal
Wounds take time to heal
Wounds take time to heal
Wounds take time to heal

I have an idea, about the voices I hear
Inaudible to everyone, everone but me

turn it off
turn it off
turn it off
turn it off

I have an idea, about the voices I hear
Inaudible to everyone, everyone but me

turn it off
All i ask of you
All i ask of you
turn it off
All i ask is you
All i ask is you
turn it off

I have an idea, about the voices i hear
Inaudible to everyone, everyone but me
- Traditional Feed (Hidden Track)        


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