| Song | Remote Control of Loathing For... |
| Artist | Feels Like July |
| Album | In the Company of Wolves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We're translating our transcripts into hieroglyphics | |
| So that we will never be found out | |
| But dreams never address where you would like to be | |
| So stay awake as long as you can | |
| I've been breathing on fumes these days | |
| My batteries need charging | |
| So shock me into trance | |
| We'll apply the pressure needed | |
| So as to stop all the bleeding in all our wounds | |
| We'll apply | |
| I never thought I'd see the day | |
| When earth falls onto sky | |
| So I'm tracing steps | |
| Back to the storm's eye | |
| Back to when I reveled with my rivals | |
| 'Cause now we're taking hold | |
| Of this revolting revolution | |
| Anesthesia for awareness | |
| A numbing feel of warmth | |
| And a loathing of affection | |
| You'll dance to the tune of a devilish hymn | |
| Once you realize that you're killing him | |
| With your smile of | |
| Your smile of sublimity | |
| We'll never speak these words again | |
| YEAH! YEAH! | |
| We'll never speak these words again | |
| We'll just cut out our tongues instead | |
| We'll stare back at you with electric information | |
| We'll never speak these words again | |
| YEAH! YEAH! | |
| We'll never speak these words again |
| We' re translating our transcripts into hieroglyphics | |
| So that we will never be found out | |
| But dreams never address where you would like to be | |
| So stay awake as long as you can | |
| I' ve been breathing on fumes these days | |
| My batteries need charging | |
| So shock me into trance | |
| We' ll apply the pressure needed | |
| So as to stop all the bleeding in all our wounds | |
| We' ll apply | |
| I never thought I' d see the day | |
| When earth falls onto sky | |
| So I' m tracing steps | |
| Back to the storm' s eye | |
| Back to when I reveled with my rivals | |
| ' Cause now we' re taking hold | |
| Of this revolting revolution | |
| Anesthesia for awareness | |
| A numbing feel of warmth | |
| And a loathing of affection | |
| You' ll dance to the tune of a devilish hymn | |
| Once you realize that you' re killing him | |
| With your smile of | |
| Your smile of sublimity | |
| We' ll never speak these words again | |
| YEAH! YEAH! | |
| We' ll never speak these words again | |
| We' ll just cut out our tongues instead | |
| We' ll stare back at you with electric information | |
| We' ll never speak these words again | |
| YEAH! YEAH! | |
| We' ll never speak these words again |
| We' re translating our transcripts into hieroglyphics | |
| So that we will never be found out | |
| But dreams never address where you would like to be | |
| So stay awake as long as you can | |
| I' ve been breathing on fumes these days | |
| My batteries need charging | |
| So shock me into trance | |
| We' ll apply the pressure needed | |
| So as to stop all the bleeding in all our wounds | |
| We' ll apply | |
| I never thought I' d see the day | |
| When earth falls onto sky | |
| So I' m tracing steps | |
| Back to the storm' s eye | |
| Back to when I reveled with my rivals | |
| ' Cause now we' re taking hold | |
| Of this revolting revolution | |
| Anesthesia for awareness | |
| A numbing feel of warmth | |
| And a loathing of affection | |
| You' ll dance to the tune of a devilish hymn | |
| Once you realize that you' re killing him | |
| With your smile of | |
| Your smile of sublimity | |
| We' ll never speak these words again | |
| YEAH! YEAH! | |
| We' ll never speak these words again | |
| We' ll just cut out our tongues instead | |
| We' ll stare back at you with electric information | |
| We' ll never speak these words again | |
| YEAH! YEAH! | |
| We' ll never speak these words again |