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IAMX
IAMX


Background information
Origin United Kingdom
Genre(s) Electronic
Indie
Years active 2004—present
Label(s) Fiction Records
Metropolis Records
Associated acts Robots in Disguise
Sneaker Pimps
Imogen Heap
Website Website



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IAMX Album


Kingdom of Welcome Addiction (2009)
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The surrender to the power,
makes me born again.
The fixation on every sign,
I cannot explain.

I worship intoxication,
at your open play.
The appetite that you find,
that you throw away.

Is a vice of gold and dreams you try to escape from.
But you surrender to the power,
to the only way.

I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
That's the nature of inviting.

To your recklessness and pleasure,
I purely commit.
Because everything that you are,
is everything there is.
It's a vice of gold and dreams you try to escape from.
But you surrender to the power,
to the only way.

I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you,
I love you, I hate you.
It's the nature of inviting.

. . .


Do you remember your coming down,
Forced to take sides?
Your taunted charm and your broken smile,
Touched me unexpectedly.

So long,
So long you've waited in line.
Desire is a gift in life.
So long,
So long you've left and arrived,
It's time for you to stay a while.

If you chose life,
You know what the fear is like if...
You welcome addiction,
This is your kingdom.

Your fight for power,
For memories, answers and signs,
Will bring you through the dark to light,
Clear and redefined.

Too long,
Too long I waste for these,
Emotionally sucking life,
Too long,
Too long, you waste, and right,
It's time for you to recognise.

If you chose life,
You know what the fear is like.
You welcome addiction,
This is your kingdom.

If you chose life,
You know what the fear is like.
You welcome addiction,
This is your kingdom.

. . .


I saw bright open common sense,
I do evil things and evil things return,
And I'm praying on, I'm praying for me.
You can't hide, I remove from you every
Tiny strength in everything you do.

I kick you down,
I'll break you with a tender touch,
And then the tears cried in the tear garden,
Will be for life.
And then the tears cried in the tear garden,
Will be for life.

In the west they have made a plague,
We have built the ship, sailed it to our veins,
God forbid anything should break that chain.

At our road, we connected through,
The biology of universal cruelty,
Send me home, return me to a lonely womb.

And then the tears cried in the tear garden,
Will be for life,
And then the tears cried in the tear garden,
Will be for life.

. . .


My secret friend
Oh(I'll) take me(you) to the river
My secret friend
So we can swim forever

You have loved
You were not alone
You have braved the weather
When the storm cut you to the bone
There was always shelter

My secret friend
I'll take you to the river
My secret friend
So we can swim forever

In your skin
To die a little death
This time there's no code word
When everyday frays in hollow ends
Dream sweet love submissive

My secret friend
Oh take me to the river
My secret friend
So we can swim forever

Break my deepest promise
Break my deepest promise
Break my deepest

Break my deepest promise
Break my deepest promise
Break my deepest

Break my deepest promise
Break my deepest promise
Break my deepest

My secret friend
Oh(I'll) take me(you) to the river
My secret friend
So we can swim forever

. . .


You owe it to the willing souls,
To the white light.
Double bluff and figure:
An Eye for an Eye.

We go into the TV,
To the motherland smile,
Apocalypse and rapture psyche in:
An Eye For An Eye.

If you're not with us you're a ghost.
An Eye for an Eye.

We owe it to disaster.
To the black fire.
The anger and enclosure of desire.
An Eye for an Eye.

We owe it to the sex toys,
To the icons of our time,
Humility and torture in decline:
An Eye for an Eye.

If you're not with us you're a ghost.
An Eye for an Eye.

If you're not with us you're a ghost.
Eye for an Eye.
Eye for an Eye.

We owe it to the TV,
To disaster,
To the motherland smile,
To the willing souls,
To the willing souls,
To the willing souls!

. . .


You look good in leather in bars,
Breaking things, breaking hearts.
You look good in pleasure, in hotels.
Loneliness is the key to break that spell.

I am terrified, I think too much,
I get emotional when I drink too much,
I buy every cry, cause I don't trust,
I am terrified, I think too much.

In your blood the fetish,
The prize of a million teasing moments blind,
Will release you from the circus?
The railway, but the gravity between us will keep us safe!

I am terrified, I think too much,
I get emotional when I drink too much,
I buy every cry, cause I don't trust,
I am terrified!

I am terrified, I think too much,
I get emotional when I drink too much,
I buy every cry, cause I don't trust,
I am terrified!
I am terrified!
I am terrified!
Cause I drink too much,
Cause I drank too much!

. . .


In the grip of a winter came, love and greed
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat

I was alone at the front line
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire

In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the beast before believing the threats
In a foreign field I cut all regrets
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked up mess

I was alone for the first time
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
Can't see the picture
(Aaaahh..)
Can't see the picture
(Aaaahh..)
Can't see the picture.

. . .


God is dead,
We get to sleep tonight,
Walk with me into the truth,
Out of your lies.

Man equals woman.
I'm just the messenger don't shoot me down.

The army, so faithful,
The killers of reason,
The grief for the crown.

The stupid, the proud,
They blow our houses down!
The stupid, the proud,
They blow our houses down!

Exalt yourself,
Do it to stay alive.
Serve your duty,
You must demand, they must abide.
Queer is the universe,
Habit the liberty, destructive in time,
Hunt down your future
and everything you know is not enough to survive!

The stupid, the proud,
They blow our houses down!
The stupid, the proud,
They blow our houses down!

. . .


(Verse I)
You walked into the world,
as a super human boy and girl (ooh)
In the blinking of your eyes
i was born and sold,
by your manifesto

(spoken by Women)
It's cruel world
for small things
but with the lies an luxuries
and in in-between
you can be happy

(Verse II)
You put me in a cage,
in the daily maze of flesh and rage (ooh)
That I will follow every truth
I won't let you go,
I want every tomorrow.

(spoken by Women)
It's cruel world
for small things
but with the lies an luxuries
and in in-between
you can be happy

(Verse III)
And now I am afraid
You will blossom soon
and grow and change
There is so much I can't take
but I will understand
I will open my hand

(Bridge)
you can be happy
you can be happy
you can be happy
you can be happy (It's cruel world for small things...)
you can be happy (... but with the lies an luxuries...)
you can be happy (... and in in-between...)
you can be happy (... you can be happy...)

(3x)
you can be happy
(ooh)

(Outro)
there's an open window
and i can go through
to the life of others
there's nothing i can't do

there's an open window
and i can go trough
to the life of others
there's nothing i can't do (fight)

there's an open window (fight)
and i can go trough (fight)
to the life of other's (fight)
there's nothing i can't do (fight)

there's an open window (fight/you can be happy)
and i can go trough (fight/you can be happy)
to the life of other's (fight/you can be happy)
there's nothing i can't do (fight/you can be happy)

fight/you can be happy
fight/you can be happy
fight/you can be happy
fight/you can be happy

you can be happy
(ooh)


!

. . .


We can make you understand,
We can make you understand,

Play with me,
You can make the love and I'll make the money,
Stay with me,
Shut out the world, live underneath the city.

Release cold gender bombs,
On chromonial closets, middle England.

Stay with me.
I'll be Peter Pan and you just be pretty.

To the brave and the petrified,
We all fall down.
To the slaves and the civilised,
We all fall down.
To the lovers we left behind.
The bad days, the good nights.
In the great shipwreck of life,
We all fall down.

Born, we are, between the hard black rock
And the cold of the immortal,
Torn from cause from the flames of the brave,
And the bossom we can't return to.

We light up the bars of the world
With the decadent distance of innocence, oh!
Free, but sharp,
We could be the centreline guiding through the dark, oh!

To the brave and the petrified,
We all fall down.
To the slaves and the civilised,
We all fall down.
To the lovers we left behind.
The bad days, the good nights.
In the great shipwreck of life,
We all fall down.

Manifesto, black fire.
We can make you understand.
Of liberty and bright light,
We could make you understand,
We could make you understand,
We could make you understand!

To the brave and the petrified,
We all fall down.
To the slaves and the civilised,
We all fall down.
To the lovers we left behind.
The bad days, the good nights.
In the great shipwreck of life,
We all fall down.

We can make you understand,
We can make you understand...

. . .


You sing for me my friend,
Brave and confident,
And there is comfort between your breaths,
And I use sense to help.

But when the days beneath me,
Scream into my present,
I must always run the race on my own.

Your warmth is in my bed,
Your voice above the stairs,
And then the touching that comes regret,
Becomes my mercy chair.

Even when the sun is burning,
Saving graces,
I must always run the race on my own.

Oh the sinking and descent,
Of every saving word.
And the destruction of all convention,
And all corrupted thought.
Dig their nails into my optimistic shell,
I must always run the race on my own.
I must always run the race on my own.
I must always run the race on my own.

. . .


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