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Jaguar (Lyrics) Past & Present

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Jaguar (Lyrics) Past & Present

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Artificially Spiritually
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[INTRO] (Distant female breathing, industrial pulse, ritual drums) Hah… hah… hah… Verse 1 We dress our wounds in gold, Then sell the scars for something beautiful. Everybody wants a piece, Everybody wants control. City got a thousand eyes, But nobody sees a thing. Everybody wears a crown— Nobody knows the king. Hah… Chorus Oh, we built a cage out of steel and wire, And fed our dreams to the electric fire! Selling our souls to the midnight glow, Now we’re trapped in the show, yeah, trapped in the show! Electricity running through every vein, We built a temple out of hunger and pain! Verse 2 I hear the machines underneath the street, Keeping every frightened little heart on beat. Neon moon over Babylon, Whole city moving, but the soul gone numb. Chrome teeth shining when the night come down, Predator walking while they sleep underground. Hah… Hah… Hah-hah… Chorus Oh, we built a cage out of steel and wire, And fed our dreams to the electric fire! Selling our souls to the midnight glow, Now we’re trapped in the show, yeah, trapped in the show! Electricity running through every vein, We built a temple out of hunger and pain! Bridge Run. Hah… RUN. I SMELL FEAR IN THE CONCRETE! I HEAR LIES WHEN THE CITY SPEAKS! YOU FED THE BEAST! YOU MADE IT HUNGRY! NOW HEAR THE JAGUAR— ROOOOOOOOAR! Outro Mother Earth beneath the asphalt, Can you feel her breathing still? Ancient blood beneath the skyline, Ancient voices against their will. No machine can eat the spirit. No tower touches eternity. So beat the drum until they hear us— WAKE THE DEAD BENEATH THE CITY. That industrial pulse right into the breathing makes the transition into "We dress our wounds in gold" hit so much harder. What's next for the track? Outro Mother Earth beneath the asphalt, Can you feel her breathing still? Ancient blood beneath the skyline, Ancient voices against their will. No machine can eat the spirit. No tower touches eternity. So beat the drum until they hear us— WAKE THE DEAD BENEATH THE CITY. WAKE THE DEAD BENEATH OUR FEET.