| Song | 40-FORTY- |
| Artist | BOOM BOOM SATELLITES |
| Album | 19972007 |
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| I touch your fire | |
| The pressure of the cylinder rises | |
| The gravitation between us enforced | |
| Our skin smell scorched | |
| The bodies soak for | |
| The signal of the blood device | |
| The rhythm of the beat bang us | |
| It rises | |
| It rises | |
| I am a servant of desire | |
| You're wrapped up in water | |
| Intersected, intercourse with the blood | |
| Biting meat, sucking bones | |
| Sipping liquid, touching freaky | |
| Grab the every nerve of an emotion | |
| Charm by you and luna thing | |
| The memory of the sea we're in | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| It's there | |
| I hear a voice say stop | |
| I hear a voice to push me | |
| The curve lightened by T.V | |
| I calm down my rough breath | |
| Got my rhythm back | |
| forget the washed away feeling for a moment | |
| SMOKE | |
| Gimme a memory | |
| Alcohol in the midnight | |
| Neither morning coffee not the evening shower ever changes | |
| Rain keep falling 40 days | |
| Still raining | |
| We crawl on the ground in the valley of the building | |
| Where we lost the smell of blood and We looked for the beat | |
| The loops of a release and a spell | |
| We hold on again... | |
| Looking for more, and | |
| Looking for more, and more, | |
| more, more, more.... | |
| Residents of darkness | |
| Trusters to the darkness | |
| I don't believe the moon... | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| It's there |
| I touch your fire | |
| The pressure of the cylinder rises | |
| The gravitation between us enforced | |
| Our skin smell scorched | |
| The bodies soak for | |
| The signal of the blood device | |
| The rhythm of the beat bang us | |
| It rises | |
| It rises | |
| I am a servant of desire | |
| You' re wrapped up in water | |
| Intersected, intercourse with the blood | |
| Biting meat, sucking bones | |
| Sipping liquid, touching freaky | |
| Grab the every nerve of an emotion | |
| Charm by you and luna thing | |
| The memory of the sea we' re in | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| It' s there | |
| I hear a voice say stop | |
| I hear a voice to push me | |
| The curve lightened by T. V | |
| I calm down my rough breath | |
| Got my rhythm back | |
| forget the washed away feeling for a moment | |
| SMOKE | |
| Gimme a memory | |
| Alcohol in the midnight | |
| Neither morning coffee not the evening shower ever changes | |
| Rain keep falling 40 days | |
| Still raining | |
| We crawl on the ground in the valley of the building | |
| Where we lost the smell of blood and We looked for the beat | |
| The loops of a release and a spell | |
| We hold on again... | |
| Looking for more, and | |
| Looking for more, and more, | |
| more, more, more.... | |
| Residents of darkness | |
| Trusters to the darkness | |
| I don' t believe the moon... | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| There is it | |
| It' s there |