Who put the mess in your head? Filtering the sense of all you could’ve said Who stole the words from your mouth? So twisted (in cotangent-?) and reaching out
If this this a lullaby Then why am I not sleeping easy? If you leave me alone I will come home Dragging my tails behind me Sweetheart, they’ll hang me out to dry
When nothing is left There is always us…
If I could sing you to sleep Lay you down and pray that your soul to keep That would be all that you need Right arise oblivious to everything
Lay back for me You were just exactly what I need In this cold town Lay back for me The three of us in circus and in liberty It’s been too long
So throw your guilt religion To the liars and the weak This is the politics and war of ecstasy (--?-- that fission-?) That is failing every test Is the comedy in death of your senses
To your alternative to real world It’s just time for me and a fantasy Be blind to myself to idolize To your alternative to real world It’s just time for me and a fantasy I’m blind to myself (and?) idolize
You work so deep Astonished and enraptured I can barely speak These are hard times Hormones it (keeps-?) (A slow whispered wet confession-?) From out body heat There’s no return
You might keep me alive But I could let you down anytime that I like shoot down your absolute form in the primitive I can′t see the point in the sense you were born with
Everybody′s someone else′s freak, Every cure is someone else′s disease [2x]
Break my neck or my fall and burn all the bridges and breach every wall The sweetest of touches, the violent caress The time of your life for the marks that you left on me
Everybody′s someone else′s freak, Every cure is someone else′s disease, White Suburb Impressionism [2x]
Never argue with these idiots They drag you down to their level and beat you with ignorance Am I through? I haven′t even started I can′t see the point in the sense you were born with
Everybody′s someone else′s freak, Every cure is someone else′s disease, White Suburb Impressionism [2x]
Call me when the whole regression′s complete I′ll take you on a piece at a time [3x] And I′ll take you on.
Mercy - when I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me Mercy - I′m frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me Mercy - when I′m nothing but ego you slap me to let go and sleep free Now I sleep free...
You′re my toybox, your my memories when I smell your skin you just make my whole world weep I′m at your feet, I′m at your feet
Mercy - when the grey turns to black and the wave′s on my back, you make me smile Mercy - is the trauma no martyr you crush into pleasure and downtown Mercy - it′s the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline - you′re my lifeline.
I′m the idiot to your poetry when you burn you bleach Everything and all I need is at your feet, Is at your feet.
Mercy - are the licks and the lips of temptation, just tricks, not for playing? Mercy - are you the camera suck, gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being Mercy - are you everything which put the sex into bitch, just faking, do you fake it?
So I celebrate your chemistry If you bond with me I could make your whole world sweet, I′m on my knees.
He takes your face and positions it to take your mouth You bite, you bite to excite yourself He wants the colour of you to wear and feel alive And you bite and I′m awake and I′m the slave tonight
You lie, you lie to spare my life you needed it, he tasted you inside out Your joy, your joy is my low
You shift the play, push the curve to sit between your thighs It′s a sign, it′s time to exercise the lines, You want the double cut through to wet, invade and slide You slide and I′m awake and I′m the slave tonight
You lie, you lie to spare my life you needed it, he tasted you inside out Your joy, your joy is my low
Her mother said that she couldn’t love The physical way a woman should Then where else could she could go Where the sisters and the fathers can’t save her soul Send them in, see them on If she can’t find a lover she′ll fashion one Imaginary men, like the burnt out poets in the hinterland
The phoenix says The doublet says The serpent says The siren says
(3 suggestions: 1. Why use the word, when the word it means to believe -???? 2. Why miss the word, when the word means the relief-????) 3. Why use the word, when the word needs belief -????
The Hourglass sees What shelf-life does She asked exactly: Tell me what is love? (But breathing life alone-?) (It′s just the words from a prophet, town religious shows-?) Imagine hurt, imagine tears She opened up until she disappeared And vanished hand in hand With all the long lost children locked in Neverland
You stick it in me, then you go to her You stick it in me, then you go to her You stick it in me, then you go to her then you touch me, life question [2x]
You touch me, my voice breaks Crawling in the grass I fake rape. I love you, you sex clown I try to fill the hole where you clamp down
I have blood, so hurt me I have blood, so hurt me I have blood, so hurt me I have blood, so hurt me
The least wishes are orders, Born raised and corned, was kept fed and watered, They tied me to the radiator kicked around and locked down Left in the cold to self harm This is all that I know Naked and safe and lifelessly yours... [2x]
The perfect taste that leaves your mouth the vodka tongue that spits it out violate me, january victim
all my life I′ve wasted for this violate me, show me your religion all my time I′ve waited simple girl, simple girl I need you in the world, my simple girl.
and so the kiss became the cold after the crash and my cosmetic lows you resurrect me, stand me to attention take my voices, learn to love them you′re the christmas promising the summer all my life I′ve waited
simple girl, simple girl I need you in the world, my simple girl, simple girl, my simple girl, my simple girl, my simple girl, I need you in the world, want you in the world
And if you’re hurting I will replace the noise with silence instead (Flushing/Crushing-?) out your head If you like it violent We can play rough and tumble, fall into bed (And I won’t wait for you to recover /or/ And I won′t wait so you can recover)
When you’re in pieces Just follow the echo of my voice, it’s okay Tune into that frequency Don’t fight your reflex Embrace the instinct, you can feel your way (through the bed, and we face in the end-?)
‘Cause it breaks my heart If we live this way I know people need love (‘Cause their people never play the game-?) And we talk the talk We communicate And (their/there-?) people need love ‘Cause those people never play the game
Pleasure for pleasure Its ease is consequence enough for a fall But I know you love to take the risk The past is weakness Don’t beg the question when the answer is war There are moments when I’m overcome
chorus. And it breaks my heart… In love (or: We can’t believe in love-???)
They know ascension to obedience (Their/Butt-?) kicks and wishes fix and forgot to form my self-defence We all want to fuck ourselves and rape the world So the arts of the cult prevail If any see, not god, not love
Oh no We can′t leave it alone…
Because a negative sex was born into a blood line The negative sex is power for a life time
Show man the mix of the alternative It’s all ammunition for the gender bend and the bedroom twist They say that the fashion’s just not feminist But the sweet and the turn on sits in the laps of the girls with the balls and the hits
She moves the street way, A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave. She lets go lowgrade We can stay close till 4am the next day.
If its for 5 years I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares. If she goes the street way, I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid.
If you′re asking well, I′ve just started on my breakdown, If you need to know, I′ve just started on my breakdown.
She moves the street way, A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave I see her legs and shoulders and picture myself as a missionary soldier.
She kicks my mouth shut, Makes me go down, take a pleasure pill, just throw up. He moves the street way, anything goes to release me from the heatwave.
If you′re asking well, I′ve just started on my breakdown, If you need to know, I′ve just started on my breakdown.
do you pay for your crimes does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero you′re nothing till the weekend if you think that you′re the thrill take a look at your life and kneel before your heroes you′re nothing till the weekend should you care for the blind tell me all in all are they′re just your kind of zeros something for the weekend if you think that you can spell make a list of the cunts you′d send to hell and send them send them on the Weekend echo echo i know it′s a sin to kiss & swallow echo echo a kick in the head to kill the hollow
From a fall I hold the word conviction And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch But the flesh is weak and without reason So I (slave to your beat and sought-?) for all time
God give a little love Bring me back a dog in the next life God give a little love Wanna be a dog in the next life
When you strike with soul and quick precision I am (smack…-?) and cold desire And they say the retched get their kingdom Bring it on, it’s my time, let’s go, we all die
I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug for the first time Click my heels and we’ll dance with the heat rise I want to know how to survive in the nightlife
I want to know how to survive in the nightlife The truth and dare of the drug (for the/from a-?) bass line The desire that the (front of gets-?) to a weak mind I want to know how to survive in the nightlife
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
They pull our strings The animals They blind, they breed the hate Under their wing We?re scientists We swallow what they think For all you lonely boys I will be president In all you sons of men I can be accident Most fall in line They do the dance And salute the safest thing Bought with their lives Cry and socialize And throw all the beauty away For all you lonely boys I will be president In all you sons of men I can be accident
And now you′re safe Love again To feel the rays Love again The sweet delays Love again And shoot the breeze
Early Thursday mornings Wipe away the flies The crossfire fight for action In between your thighs And every touch is sacred when they leave the room If I have to switch the lights off I wanna switch them off with you
This will make you love again…
And now you′re safe Love again To feel the rays Love again The sweet delays Love again And shoot the breeze Love again