Cabaret Voltaire - "Digital Rasta" lyrics

"Digital Rasta" _Microphonies_ Cabaret Voltaire This could be the end of it all. No time to tip-toe. There's a woman in the woods behind you, No time to step and crawl. In this security -- work, you, I don't dig. This could be the end of it all. Shut down. This could be the end of it all. All you wanted, a view of your own. Flash past, the art escapes you. Now awaiting, Judgement Day. Never there in black and white. There's a lesson to be learned. Living on the words of others. Selling something like you sell yourself. Money in the bank, but you're under pressure. This could be the end of it all. This could be the end of it all. There's a lesson to be learned. Selling something like you sell yourself. Money in the bank, but you're under pressure. This could be the end of it all. This could be the end of it all. Power in the new line, call it strong. Everything for positive reason. Evil, comes too easy. s on the side, but you're under pressure. Never at a tender scratch. It's over, the worst behind you. No time to step and grow. In your security, work, you, I don't dig. No time to, tip-toe. Shut down. Shut down. This could be the end of it all. This could be the end of it all. There's a lesson to be learned. Living on the words of others. Money in the bank, but you're under pressure. Selling something like you sell yourself. This could be the end of it all. This could be the end of it all. All you wanted, a view of your own. Now awaiting, Judgement Day. Never there in black and white. Flash past, the art escapes you. Living on the words of others. There's a lesson to be learned. Selling something like you sell yourself. Money in the bank, but you're under pressure. This could be the end of it all. This could be the end of it all. Power in the new line, call it strong. ... Everything for positive reason.