Weightless (gub Version)

you can speak the bigger eves are lies. the silence burns you, you can close your eyes. waiting to be over, to be over. you can beat the bigot man. the sucker of his slave.

Into Your Hideout

I've made it, my dear, face it. I still kiss the darkness. What I've wasted, I still taste it. I'm sickened and hardened. . I'm gonna tear. I'm gonna tear your walls down.

Weightless

you can speak the bigger eves are lies. the silence burns you, you can close your eyes. waiting to be over, to be over. you can beat the bigot man. the sucker of his slaves.

I Won't Blame You

Your door wide open, the words you've spoken. And I hang like rain clouds pending the storm. Cut me slowly like you owe me. I feel like being torn. . Show me 'round the rooms in your house.

Hold The Line

Look out your front door, there's ship comin' in. I can't tell you what it brings. So carry your grief on down to the port. Tonight were bound for other shores.

War Ich Nicht Immer Ein Guter Junge? / Amphetaminemethamphetamine / Girls Are Cool

WAR ICH NICHT IMMER EIN GUTER JUNGE? - Pigface. . War ich nicht immer ein guter Junge?. War ich nicht immer schn und nett?. Ich zerpflckte niemals eine Spinne -.

Unknown Title

(on Glitch, titled Image of Red Cut in Half; poem about Peter Frampton(Who:)). Peter Frampton. sits alone in his shriveled black home(hole?). searching his gruesomely mutated memory for some kind of clue.

Fall Down

Standing in the wind and rain, I'm underneath your wheel tonight,. Was underneath your heel tonight, this truth has brought us to our knees,. Waiting here out in the street a prisoner under these lights,.

Twice Removed

they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor. *?*...no while. hey baby won't you come back to me now. hey baby won't you come back...to me now.

Trivial Sscene

Cathy: Hi, my name is Cathy and I'd like to welcome you to the Psychic. Advisor. Martin: Hi Cathy. C: Can I get your first name?. M: Yeah, this is Martin.

Endgame

Lying here tonight. Lying here tonight it's all you think of. Parading through these lights. And falling from these heights it's all you think of. . For chance has laid its cold hand.

The Love Serenade (i Hate You?)

The Image Of Red Cut In Half(ljp Version)

I tried that in my only room, I've thrown away the key. to my only room. circumstances have forced this path. we haven't much time left. (undecipherable).

Drowning Man

Tonight, I started drinking. Sinking in deepened love. Once we drink with passion. Now Im drunk, Tolstoys fashion. . Rain falls like tears from Heavens bound.

The Bushmaster (bushmaster Remix)

when i roam i come. ugly hole. the pigface...pigface...pigface.... no bones about'er. i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!]. and leave when i leave.

Don’t Waste Your Breath

Your love's faceless, she leads you on and on. Your wine's tasteless, she leaves you sleeping with your ghosts,. sleeping with your ghosts. . It holds you tight, between these lines, it holds you tight.

Collide

Keep your promise to me tonight, tonight.. Or Have your eyes betrayed you,oh tonight, oh tonight.. . You sell you secrets to me for a price, for a price,.

The Bushmaster

when i roam i come. ugly hole. the pigface...pigface...pigface.... no bones about'er. i am the bushmaster i go where i go [UGLY HOLE!]. and leave when i leave.

Before Your Eyes

Wake up. Look out your window. Is there someone else. With which you'd rather be?. . I've had enough. Getting colder. Just string me up. Throw away the key.

The Breakfast Conspiracy

gonna tell you a story; some kind of a breakfast conspiracy. breakfast in bed, sir?. breakfast in bed, sir?. ah, no thanks, not today. in fact, I'd far rather be sitting in a distinctly upright position.