I feel like speed. I feel like liquid. I give into you. I melt into you. I felt like nothing. I've said and done. I fall into you. I fall into you. . Related.
Your love alone is not enough. Not enough, not enough. When times get tough, they get tough. They get tough, they get tough. Trade all your heroes in for ghosts.
Your ritual everyday. A mild shower soak in aftershave. Best clothes do your best. Look in the mirror go on. Belittle yourself yourself yourself. Belittle yourself yourself yourself.
Your love alone is not enough. Not enough, not enough. When times get tough, they get tough. They get tough, they get tough. Trade all your heroes in for ghosts.
We're not your sinners. Our voices are for real. We realized and won't be mourned. We gonna burn your death mask uniforms. . We won't die of devotion.
I got the Wattsville blues. I got nothing to lose now, baby. I got the Wattsville blues. I got nothing to lose now, baby. . Time is going on, time is leaving me.
Here I am in Amsterdam. I like it here they speak my language. Even though it's not my own. . It's got BBC for comfort zone. And best of all, it's got Marks and Spencer's.
From journalist to video to channel 4 TV. my life is fulfilled so adequately. I love my dealer and I travel the world. from freelance to new dance. and I expect on the world I am.
This one's for the freaks. For you're so beautiful. For all the devotion. Written in your soul. . This one's for the freaks. For the lost and weak. For the butterflies and devotees.
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.
Detoxification. Purification. The ravaged corner. Cold and embittered. . Run away - run away - as fast as you can. From anything that needs discipline.
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.
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.
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.
"Stutter, stutter", says the little boy. I wanna blow a hole in my head. I swear what this world wants to hear. Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome.
Let it think the blank. Let me run my fingers down your back. Let's whisper. Let's don't talk. . Baby leave my shirt in the hall. Like a needle find the groove.
Find your faith in your security. . All broken up at seventeen. Jam your brain with broken heroes. Love your masks and adore your failure. We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint.
Obedience to the law is free desire.. Under curfew from neon barbed wire.. Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead.. Free heroin shots for those who never beg..