Artist: Godflesh
Release: Streetcleaner
Release: Streetcleaner
1. Like Rats
You breed, like rats
Breeding
Stylised
Deformity
Don’t look back
Breeding
Fade out
Lies
Deformity
Stylised
Deformity
Don’t look back
You were dead from the beginning
2. Christbait Rising
Don’t hold me back
This is my own hell
Christbait, slugbait
Rise and bring you down
Christbait rising
In your own mind
Christbait rising
Bleed dry mankind
3. Pulp
When on my own
I feel free
I can refuse
Arms wait enfold
Nothing left for me
Waiting
Pulp
4. Dream Long Dead
Smoke-filled room
Blank clean screen
Soft (fragile)
(Take this down)
Easing flame
Time’s run out
Remove this shell
Of the dream long dead
Dream long dead
5. Head Dirt
You can crush me
As I speak
Write on rocks
What you feel
Don’t call my name
Call your name
Like the head dirt
In my dreams
Now feel this
6. Devastator
Truth misuser
Abuser
Death dealer
Devastator
There has to be someone killed
7. Mighty Trust Krusher
I need this, I need you
On your knees
And we’ll pray
Together now
Effortless
Mighty trust crusher
I need this, it’s in my heart
I love you, my trust is evermore
Hate me, tread on me
And you taught me, and finally slay me now
8. Life Is Easy
Life
Our life
My life
Is expendable
What do you care?
Life is money
Profit is non
Money is life
Profit is null
Life is debt
Is dead
Is debt
Is dead
Life is money
Life is death
Is dead
9. Streetcleaner
Vision, escape
Vision, this feels right
Hell is where I lie
Now take the power
When we all die
We all die
10. Locust Furnace
The earth froze up
One dead, pale world
And you’ll swing from the reaping hook hearth
And you’ll die by a reaping hook hearth
Locust, locust
Furnace, furnace
Corruption in the goat herd
Flesh crumbles in the real world
Silence
Barren
My furnace
Appealed
The locust furnace
Earth, earth
Furnace, furnace
11. Tiny Tears
From where we stand
From where I stand
I feel the sorrow
I feel the sorrow
The world shall shed
The world shall shed
A tiny tear
Your tiny tears
Shed
The world shall shed
The world shall shed
A tiny tear
Your tiny tears
12. Wound
Survival in buildings
Stand still, shut-in
Streets are empty
The miserable trails
You move with such grace
You must be silent
The prayer ruse
I’m dying from the wound
13. Dead Head
Dying ocean, dead head
Watching the figures
March without soul
Observe the pages
Safe place
Without your sky
Full of me
Full of me
Dying ocean, dead head
Watchin’ all the figures
Walk without soul
Without soul
Without soul
14. Suction
We are baptised
We are in camps
We’ve skin down to our knee
We don’t like you ’round me
I’m forever trapped in doubt
Burn our liver, trapped in doubt
We’ve skin down to me
We won’t let you ’round me