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Do Not Resuscitate

from The Atlantic Machine by Auto-Pilot

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Where am I?
Whats happening to me?
am I still alive?? (you tell me)
its as if life keeps wanting the worst of me
well I’m sick of trying sick of smiling
when on the inside I'm just trying to tame the monster that torments my soul!
Why should I try so hard to grab the bull by its horns? When I am the bull!
The way I see it its up to the rest of the world to try to hang on to my horns.
If the potential of my life lies in the hate in my heart
than deaths a great place to start!

It's like anything I do is never enough
No matter how much
HOW MUCH I BLEED
I am killing to breathe
catch a breeze and your feeling me
a broken structure of my environment
with a glorified I might admit it
where murder grows tireless
time is priceless, but how to spend it righteous?
I don't know what wrong from right is
horns on my head & a halo on my right wrist
life's a risk and I'm a risk
ANYTHING FOR EVERYTHING
take a chance on
ANYTHING FOR EVERYTHING
cuz I'm a hazard, yeah a young nasty bastard
making sense out of my senses is senseless
I got the flame of a Devils apprentice

Am I the Satan to my haven
my 1 true god
or a demon cooking hell with a butchers apron
yo I swear the only joy I get
is watching cold worlds burn
got a voice in my head
telling me its your turn

(Let's watch your world burn)

& if it's hell on earth
than I'm the DEVIL TO SERVE
yo I swear there's nothing worst
there's nothing worst there's nothing worst than me

There's nothing worst than me
not even H.I.V.
my street tape taped the streets by they arteries
bottled up my hate
and stab the concrete with an I.V.
got hoof's for feet & I'm a stampede my beliefs
I'm the type of creep that make haters love Police
I dig deep like a grave digga
looking for beauty with in the beast of flame flickers
why should I shut out my environment
of juggernauts and tyrants
fireworks & sirens where I sleep with open eyelids
good men? I don't know any
tummy like a warm hole
half monster half empty
hungry like the 3rd world
& my iris full on envy
this world I live in left me ill
now I make mother nature pop the pill for the thrill
born dead dying to kill
I aint worth reproducing
I'm a nuisance
this is my hell & I'm the fire

Am I the Satan to my haven
my 1 true god
or a demon cooking hell with a butchers apron
yo I swear the only joy I get
is watching cold worlds burn
got a voice in my head
telling me its your turn

(Let's watch your world burn)

& if it's hell on earth
than I'm the DEVIL TO SERVE
yo I swear there's nothing worst
there's nothing worst there's nothing worst than me

Am I the Satan to my haven
my 1 true god
or a demon cooking hell with a butchers apron
yo I swear the only joy I get
is watching cold worlds burn
got a voice in my head
telling me its your turn

(Let's watch your world burn)

& if it's hell on earth
than I'm the DEVIL TO SERVE
yo I swear there's nothing worst
there's nothing worst there's nothing worst than me

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from The Atlantic Machine, released May 1, 2012
Collier/SHAM

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Auto-Pilot Barnsley, UK

Adrian Collier aka Auto-Pilot,, musician from Barnsley, UK..
Progressive, ambient electronics and indie synth beats +a whole load of other stuff thrown in.

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