Alba s touto skladbou:
Trading snakeoil for wolftickets ,
Buried Again,
XTRMNTR,
Restless,
Controlling Crowds – Part IV,
(The) New Release,
I was taking all the pills to stop me feeling ill again
Supermarket shelves collapsing at the till again
Doctor couldn't help patients running out again
Where's the next step up?
All went blank for a couple of pages
Hazy recollection of staring for ages, and ages
So I didn't know how, I didn't know when
An easy choice became the trend
Weakening the thrills, less money to spend
Someone had a car borrowed from a friend
Memory distortion ten years on and back again
Thrills a generation crash into the window pane
Another empty parking space
A friend of ours was here
We drank a lot of beer
Next day his Vauxhall Cavalier
Had gone and disappeared
Taking all the pills only went so far
Did tou get the thrills when you took the car?
Driving up the price of running out of anything
Caught in the distortion, distortion of escapism brutality
He's wasted - escapist - in his overdrawn reality
He's wasted - He's wasted - He's wasted - He's wasted
