Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly. You soon wish you couldn't see at all. Tortured in the mind, six voices alone. Futile gestures, emotionless groans.
Not since 1958. When Brazil would make our hearts break. But now that France has arrived. It feels so good to be alive. Lets not forget Gary Speed. He wore his heart upon his sleeve.
When the disappearing begins. The ghosts we kept within. Can break free from inside. And untie our blindfold eyes. . To repel ghosts. To repel ghosts.
Do not listen to a word I say. Just listen to what I can keep silent. The only way to gain approval. Is by exploiting the very thing that cheapens me.
You didn't wake up this morning cause you didn't go to bed.. You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red.. The calendar on your wall is ticking the days off..
Detoxification. Purification. The ravaged corner. Cold and embittered. . Run away - run away - as fast as you can. From anything that needs discipline.
Through early morning fog I see. Visions of the things to be. The pains that are withheld for me. I realise and I can see. . That suicide is painless.
And all the drugs in the world. Can't save us from ourselves. Victims with the saddest hearts. Passing by the grace of God. There by the grace of God.
How did this town get so old. The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold. Always caught in between. The capital and the 'other' country. Always caught in between.
An old jaded commie walking in Red Square. With rediffusion eyes of yesteryear. I'm the biggest living hypocrite you'll ever see. 'cos the market never lies and your conscience is so clear.
Hello, it's us again. We're still so in love with you. And yes, we mean it too. Yes, we're so in love with you. . Hello, it's us again. You thought you were our friends.
The court has come. The court of the Nations. And into the courtroom will come. The martyrs of Majdanek and Oswiecim. From the ditch of Kerch the dead will rise.
The world on your shoulders. The love of your mother. The fear of the future. The best years behind you. . The world is getting older. The times they fall behind you.
There are no sunsets just silence. You could see that she was true and faithless. But see through the future and forget all the lies. Black out the words for the blind have eyes.
The gap that grows between our lives. The gap our parents never had. Stop those thoughts control your mind. Replace the things that you despise. Oh you're old I hear you say.
Won't someone give me a gun?. Oh, well it's for my brother. Well he writes the line wrote right down my spine. It says "Oh do you believe in love there?".
My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head. A collage constructed and constantly fed. Goya mixes Picasso but it's hardly Spain. Look through the window, pissing down with rain.
(Preachers). one two. one two three four. They'd never beat that deeper in. 'Cos I want her and she wants him. Tennessee nights just zip-code love. Take those pills and now she'll dream on.
Your dream can never earn enough.. Ultimate nihilistic love.. . Tennessee nights just zip code love.. Always believe the comfort of strangers.. Tennessee eyes graffiti once blue..
I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth. And take a spray can to my useless vote. I don't like your city Dresden dance. I'm drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck.