1. Anonymous Caesar

Swipe the jelly glass clean
I thougt I might let it all blow over
We can talk about anything else
I assume the matter is too delicate

He's passing it over now
with his standards of professional confidence
The AA meeting is buzzing
his collegues are compassionate people

Stick your leg out
the papers have been put away
pieces of mind
stacked under his chesterfield

The hat sticks to his forehead
he leaves for his usual afternoon conference
Knowing how to speak to offenders
they'll be ready for his imminent summoning

Stick your leg out
the papers have been put away
pieces of mind
stacked under his chesterfield

2. Welcome To The Machine

оригинал: Pink Floyd

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? it's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, provided with toys and
'scouting for boys'.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? it's alright we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
He always ate in the steak bar. he loved to drive in his jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.

3. Exit Mould

Once again surrounded by moving walls
vacating the innermost of human halls
Searching, I'm heading for the light
Walking closer without fright

Whats that?
A tricle, a shiver down her spine
Erase memory
be divine

Why do you remain silent
brother?
Why don't you speak your mind
sister?
Why walk the path of shoulders cold?
Exit mould

I'm here again, among trees and green meadows
and people in countless rows
Searching, I tread the paths in need of light
embracing everyone in sight

Whats this?
A story of feasts and wine?
Erase memory
be divine

Why do you remain silent
brother?
Why don't you speak your mind
sister?
Why walk the path of shoulders cold?
Exit mould

4. These Old Rags

Smoother surface than before
eyes set to a different shore
But what of that which lives within this face

Sweeter scent than before
renewed temptation, open door
But what of that which stirs inside this body

My colours have faded to gray
I know
Inside I feel the same
You've left to see a fresher show
To burn another flame

Warmer weather than before
storming fire now in store
But what of the lightning we made

My colours have faded to gray
I know
Inside I feel the same
You've left to see a fresher show

5. Stigmata (Broken Instruments Version)

When I was down, you were up
never feeling the pain at all
When you were down, you kept shut
all the doors that made you small

Held your hand
thinking I was quite the man
to feed your soul
I couldn't see you running empty

I was digging in your sores
scarred myself inside the source
The wounds appearing with the tries
Made me feel like Jesus Christ

Some of the fears we made leave
left me thinking you heard my call
Somehow that made me believe
all the bricks in your wall would fall

Gave myself
a place upon the highest shelf
and for that sin
I'll always be condemned within

I was digging in your sores
scarred myself inside the source
The wounds appearing with the tries
Made me feel like Jesus Christ
now I pay the price