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1. Bien Venidos
2. Get To The Gone
3. Permanence
4. Black And White
5. This Is Not
6. Ostego Undead
7. Cold
8. Structural Defect
9. In A Bag
10. Burn To Burn
11. Machine
12. A Dios Alma Perdida
















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Static-X: Wayne Static (vocals, guitar, keyboards, programming); Tripp Eisen (guitar); Tony Campos (bass, background vocals); Ken Jay (drums).
Recorded at Studio 508, Los Angeles, California from October 2000-January 2001.
The follow-up to Static-X's 1999 debut WISCONSIN DEATH TRIP finds the hard-hitting quartet continuing down the same industrial-flavored path of jackhammer tempi, leaden guitar crunch and crashing rhythms. Despite the amicable departure of guitarist Koichi Fukuda, former Dope axe- wielder Tripp Eisen does a fine job fitting in alongside founding members Wayne Static, Keny Jay, and Tony Campos. Working on the gloom and doom side of the tracks, Static-X keep things interesting with the kind of controlled chaos that makes for an interesting exercise in manipulating dynamics.
This studio experimentation encompasses everything from an unholy alliance of ambient textures and choppy industrial-strength riffs ("Permanence") to electronic blips and tortuously drawn out sturm and drang that could double as the soundtrack to Armageddon ("A Dios Alma Perdido"). Elsewhere, sputtering electronics and vocalist Static's defiant howl drive the breakneck "This Is Not" while a more sinister aura grips the considerably less frantic "Cold." Not for the faint of heart, MACHINE churns up and spits out any thoughts of Static-X suffering from a sophomore jinx.

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Black and White

Lost in my own world
Lost in my own world
Lost in my
Lost in my own world
Lost in my own world
Lost in my
Getting to the right
Getting to the wrong
Getting mine
Getting to the right
Getting to the wrong
Getting high
Losing your mind
Losing your mind
It's blurring
It's fading
Your soul's on fire
It's black and white

Burning inside
Burning Inside
Burning into white
Burning inside
Burning inside
Burning into night
Yourself collides
Yourself collides
Yourself into mine
Yourself collides
Yourself collides
Yourself splinters like

Losing your mind
Losing your mind
It's blurring
It's fading
Your soul's on fire
It's black and white

Blurring the light
Blurring the light
It's ours for the taking
Flickering colors
It's black and white



Get to the Gone

Get to the gone
Under the gun
Drop in drop out
Get to the gone

Get to the gone
It's just the way you wanna be
Under the gun
It's just the to be
Drop in Drop out
To begin with it's killing me
Killing the one thing
I know this to be

I fly I fly
Around the World
Through the night sky
I feel the end
The end is near
Relations Die
One Mile
Ten thousand miles
Makes no difference
Changes more changes

Get to it
Get to the gone
You get it
Get to become
A relic
A cynic
An addict
Automatic destruction

Get to it
Get to the gone
You get it
Get to become
The static
The Metal
The hell
Get to get it
Sensation