Title: Wanted
Subtitle: [Kill Yourself]
Artist: Enigma
Album: [Kill All]
Author: [Enigma]
Copyright: [Enigma Copyright 2001]
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Tempo: 300 BPM
Tracks: 7
Instruments:
Bars: 48

Lyric

Program enough nervous systems to accelerate consciousness

Imposition of this ancient order
Equals escalation of chaos
The future may determine
The present as much as the past does
A foreign trans-time invasion is
The essence of needless casualties

Ignorant are they to the subtle disenchantment of the soul

Hedonic are they
To their need for material and creature comforts
It's a neurological disease that leads to
The enslavement of the human mind

Illuminated is the eye of the triangle
Cosmological significance
In ordinance of the 4th dimension
23 is it's balance

In ordinance of the 4th dimension

Ignorant are they to the subtle disenchantment of the soul

Hedonic are they
To their need for material and creature comforts
It's a neurological disease that leads to
The enslavement of the human mind

Illuminated is the eye of the triangle
Cosmological significance
In ordinance of the 4th dimension
23 is it's balance

In ordinance of the 4th dimension

Pharmacology
The new pollutants
Used to enslave all

Live in your own lie
Made to be passive
You forfeit your soul

Compulsive defilation of self

A voracious thirst that goes unquenched

Desire unfulfilled

A voracious thirst that goes unquenched

Pharmacology
The new pollutants
Used to enslave all

Made to be passive
Live in your own lie
Forever empty inside
You forfeit your soul

Compulsive defilation of self

A voracious thirst that goes unquenched

Desire unfulfilled

Voracious thirst that goes unquenched

Engorged with amusement
Pride of the unforsaken
It is the lesser of evils that satisfies the wanting
The weakened are victim
Upon this ancient onslaught
One must fight with full heart to conquer this old world enemy

Now dimensions collide
As the speaker claims his throne
Ideas of one are now lost
The creator returns with a forked tongue

Engorged with amusement
Pride of the unforsaken
It is the lesser of evils that satisfies the wanting
The weakened are victim
Upon this ancient onslaught
One must fight with full heart to conquer this old world enemy

Now dimensions collide
As the speaker claims his throne
Ideas of one are now lost
The creator returns with a forked tongue