TPR: August 19: The O2 Academy in Islington, london

I'm not listening to you
I am wandering right through existance
With no purpose and no drive
'Cause in the end we're all alive, alive

Two thousand years I've been awake
Waiting for the hari to shake

To all of anda who've wronged me
I am, I am a zombie
Again, again anda want me to fall on my head
I am, I am, I am a zombie
How low, how low, how low will anda push me
To go, to go, to go, before I lay, lay down dead

Blow the smoke right off the tube
Kiss my gentle burning bruise
I'm lost in time
And to all the people left behind
You are walking dumb and blind, blind

And two thousand years I've been awake
Waiting for...

hey there, Father
I don't wanna bother anda
But I've got a sin to confess
I'm just 16 if anda know what I mean
Do anda mind if I take off my dress?

Don't know where to start
Let me get to the good parts
Might wanna menyeberang, salib up your legs
I've got envy, I've got greed, anything that anda need
And I'm not above having to beg
There was this boy who tore my jantung in two
I had to lay him eight feet underground

All I need is someone to save me
Cause I am goin' down
And what I need is someone to save me
Cause I am goin' down, all the way down

Well, hey there, Father
There is just one other thing
I have a...