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.
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.
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.
"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..
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..
Everyone is staring with the glaze of obsession. Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone. The empty statement of artschool dissension. Institutionalised expression of mass control.
Cut your hair in front of businessmen. Kill yourself and censor health. Destroy words and ignore their truth. Wanna die and have never worked. . I feel like falling, I feel like falling.
Learn to sleep through misery. Never gonna wake feeling free. No one fucks as good as Marilyn. Plastic surgery sure cures your sins. . You need a fix I'm your prostitute.
You have your very own number. They dress your cage in it's nature. Once you roared now you just grunt lame. Pace around pathetic pound games. . Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround.
Morning always seems too stale to justify. Lament blossoms, hours, minutes of our minds. Broken thoughts run through your empty mind. At least a beaten dog knows how to lie.
War censored, no blood on TV. Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant. World War Three, a Sega dreamland. I'd take a whore to the funeral. . Sculpture of man.
Mr. Lenin - awaken the boy. Mr. Stalin - bi-sexual epoch. Kruschev - self love in his mirrors. Brezhnev - married into group sex. Gorbachev - celibate self importance.
London, England, consider yourselves warned. Repeat after me. . Fuck queen and country. Repeat after me. . Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. .
I've seen this happen before. This is a message from occupied England. British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime. From earliest human existence there proved to be.
I've seen this happen before. This is a message from occupied England. British adults expect a nuclear war in our lifetime. From earliest human existence there proved to be.
Conscience binds you in chains. Trail by stone hammer and nails. No- one made the holes but me. Misery mourns to be devoured. . Killed God blood soiled unclean again.