SENSER - Age Of Panic

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From their debut album, Stacked Up, released in 1994 on Ultimate/A&M Records.

Heitham Al-Sayed - Rap, Lead Vocals, Percussion
Nick Michaelson - Guitar
James Barrett - Bass
John Morgan - Drums
Andy "Awe" Clinton - DJ
Alan "Hagos/Haggis" Haggarty - Sound Engineer/Programmer
Kerstin Haigh - Vocals, Flute

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In deep respect to the artists, i want to share some pearls you won´t hear on the radio everyday...:) ...if you like it, buy the fucking album !

My name is crash, Sidewinding I flash like a blinding flare
don`t look away cause I`m already in there, I`ve been there,
wherever you stare, I`ve been there longer than you`d care
to remember. Buried deep inside you, now you must step to
accept all the past behind you, Pain breeding pain & it`s
back again, only the scars in your brain remain so you look
for a vent. You consent to escape what`s gone & now I`m on.
From the nippleto the needle to the bottle, you`re never
satisfied for these crimes you must be tried. You can`t hide
coz I am reality. You`re birthright is a world of insanity,
disconnected legacy & you will never see an end zo all the
global savagery. Continuing to feed your desire for more,
but deep down you know that you can never find what
you`re looking for. Gone and you can`t buy it back & now
your senses are under attack, so you act automatic return
to the frantic nation of addicts. Reduced to the manic, false
erratic solemn doped up slaves & servants of greed coz you
were--
BORN IN THE AGE OF PANIC.
Now I`m going all city with the master plan, a faster man,
& I`m about to tell you who I am. I am the reality, you can`t
escape the visions recorded on disc & tape. The rape, the
horror, the shame so familiar. My words fill you with fread
and then kill you dead. Stone cold in your stride. I fill a hole
in your sole around fifty miles wide. I am the part that you
can never reconcile. You`re right here, but you are living in
exile. Walking in cities of stone. The shadows groan.
Thousands of people, but you are all alone.
In your own little zone, like a drone. Working hives, all
your lives bowing down to the throne of the over lords
made in your own image, aneithsatised in the global
village, now you`re finished, dependent lost in a maze.
You`re dazed as you stare at the glowing blaze. Erased
your future pulses in a computer. I am you, now how`d
that suit ya. Inherited chaos now instilled as I willed and
now I just wait for the kill as there, BORN IN THE AGE OF
PANIC.