I'm the one - you fear the most. I'm your dreams - your silent host. Look inside - what do you see?. . I'm the entity - that rules your mind. I'm the system - that tells you lies.
Truth - based on lies. Covered - in disguise. Don't wanna be a toy. Nor consumption for human joy. . Majority pounds on me. But I only wanna be me. I've told other about this.
(David Clark Allen). . I know you've been around, I don't mind,. You know I've been down, for such a long time,. We both wanna care. Lonely hearts searching for someone there.
Pretentious persons. Who are bothering me. And hurting my feelings. FUCK YOU. . All those people. Who are using me. And abusing my trust. LAY OFF ME.
(Guido & Mauricio deAngelis / David Cowles). . Sometimes I feel we're still together. Only a touch away,. Memories of you I still remember. Words that you used to say, used to say..
All the friends I believed in. I believed in for a while. They had their flair. They had their style. . But nobody quite got it right. Nobody knew. Just how it feels to dream.
An image - is what - you try to keep. You follow - the trends - society has breed. You're scared - of showing - the "real" you. Because - inside - you're a fool too.
We don't need no labels to prove we're not dead. 'cause everything we need, it's all in our heads. . Labelisation of your fucking minds.
Where's your fucking spirit?. The strenght you used to have?. Where are your ideals?. Have they been knocked out of your head?. Learn from your disappointment.
School bag in hand. she leaves home. in the early morning. waving goodbye. with an absent-minded smile. I watch her go. with a surge of. that well-known sadness.
You say our music is fucked, but what about yours ?. At least we are creative, autonomous and more,. We're not kissing asses, or sucking managers'balls.
(David Clark Allen). . It doesn't matter what you say,. I don't believe you anyway,. Talking love is easy when it's new.. Slow down don't move so fast,.
Kill your fucking idols. Just smash them to the wall. Don't buy their fucking records. Don't be an EMI toy!!.
Kill your fucking idols. Just smash them on the wall. Don't buy their senseless records. Don't be their fuckin' toy.. Why worship stupid rock stars?. Put autographs on your wall?.
Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer. Darling, I promise you this. I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter. Sealed with a kiss. . Guess, it's gonna be a cold lonely summer.
On broken knees I'll crawl to taste the blood spilled from your veins.. Like suicide, bloodshed and blasphemy we die.. . Let the angels above me pour their wrath down upon me..
Child-exploitation in third-world-nations,. For the capitalist business here,. Abusing children as expendable tools,. These are one of the capitalist rules,.
(Eric Stewart). . I talk to my mirror now. Why does it have to be me?. Oh, I listen to the rumours now. Pick up the pieces and see.. Oh, but I'd never hurt you, I wouldn't want to,.
Don't stare at me that way. Or I gonna make you pay. Don't treat me like an outcast. Or I'll make you, machos, blast. . Is appearance all that counts?.
As you walk from my side. The tears I try to hide. Are running down my cheek. I find it hard to speak. This is our last goodbye. But darling will you please.