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From: No Passion All Technique (2012)
Lyrics:
In my sphere
Dialogue of precious silver and gold
In my sphere
All styles welcomed inside, no fear
Don't trip, fall in evil
In my sphere
In my sphere
Outside walls are inside nowhere
Don't trip, fall in evil
In my sphere
In my sphere
We're all friends here
We exist outside the law
So won't you come along?
In my sphere
We are vicious
We are sissies
About the concept of love
In my sphere
In my sphere
The time's wrong
You can chase me out the door
I come in through the roof
In my sphere
No judges
We aren't judges
But we appeal to another law
In my sphere
In my sphere
Outside desert, inside fallow
I hear women as they fight over a bottle of wine
I fear
There's no passion
No passion - All technique
It's all technique
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
From: No Passion All Technique (2012)
Lyrics:
In my sphere
Dialogue of precious silver and gold
In my sphere
All styles welcomed inside, no fear
Don't trip, fall in evil
In my sphere
In my sphere
Outside walls are inside nowhere
Don't trip, fall in evil
In my sphere
In my sphere
We're all friends here
We exist outside the law
So won't you come along?
In my sphere
We are vicious
We are sissies
About the concept of love
In my sphere
In my sphere
The time's wrong
You can chase me out the door
I come in through the roof
In my sphere
No judges
We aren't judges
But we appeal to another law
In my sphere
In my sphere
Outside desert, inside fallow
I hear women as they fight over a bottle of wine
I fear
There's no passion
No passion - All technique
It's all technique










