Spine Songtext
von The Amenta

There is no strength, there are only symptoms
There is no belief, there is only dogma
No more spice, control by ambition
Only buckled car bodies in which we are caged
In this sick new world, in this sick world we′re trapped
In buckled car bodies, no sleep is a rumor
Out of control, and close out of reach
Always crashing in the same car
The world runs slow, but the senseless dictator is branding our race
With repeated collisions on our exact new constitution
Each one swallows fully, we're getting sick of this
Of our freeway culture
There is no strength, there are only symptoms
There is no belief, there is only dogma
No more spice, control by ambition
Only buckled car bodies in which we are caged
Our revolution is just a zero
It brings you right back to where you began
Out with the old, in with the new
The only thing changing is the road you′re on


A cowardly face and a digital psyche
A heart that agrees but don't try to hide
Every warm breath smells of burning oil
We will all watch out eyes
We watch our way
Windows shut, an airless cycle
No direction, no fucking speed
We are in neutral, we are in dust
Deep streets, listening to the road
Out of control, no one takes the wheel
Just pretending to drive, dummy
Every time we crash, everything's tethered to a zero
It′s all spinning, trash fall back
No movement and no meaning
No more flying with the territory
A futile chatter of a big romantic dog
There is no difference, but there is a choice
There is a shout, but there is no spice
There is no strength, there are only symptoms
There is no belief, there is only dogma
No more spice, control by ambition
Only buckled car bodies in which we are caged
In which we are caged
In which we are caged
In which we are caged