"Baboon Music"

Hey kids!
I don't think your ready for this systematic rebirth
This is anything you want
Step right up and make your move
This is the primitive sound of the hung

I've programmed this station to sit by and watch you bleed
Dead noise has been broadcast in our heads far too long
And it ends with the taste of your blood
It ends with the sound of your scream

I don't know the faces but i know the names and i watch the shadows take shape
This time there's no prison to keep you alive and awake
This time there's no curtain to draw your dreams from physical reaction
Reaction!
Reaction!

Step right up make your move
This is anything you want
Step right up make your move
This is anything you want

The plug has been pulled from the wall the battery is dead
Are you still afraid?

I don't know the faces but i know the names and i watch the shadows take shape
This time there is no prison to keep you alive and awake
This time there is no curtain to draw your dreams
From physical complications in our shadows lost in traveling the setting sun
Conversations behind closed doors caught in our heads to hear once more


by Twelve Tribes