In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt. In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom. In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down. If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home....
The razor bites and the shrieks subsides. He arches clutching at his sides. Across the floor, across the tiles. The man is dead and the razor smiles. .
Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor.. Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor. Somebody tell me about the perfect bomb. The royal valley on a blitzkrieg bomb.
In the temple of love you hide together. Believing pain and fear outside. But someone near you rides the weather. And the tears he cried will rain on walls.
And yes I believe in what we had. But words got in the way. And only yesterday. As I was leaving. Lord knows I've tried to say but I've. Heard a million conversations.
And yes I believe in what we had. But words got in the way. And only yesterday. As I was leaving. Lord knows I've tried to say but I've. Heard a million conversations.
Carrion child,. Prey for me, play your. Wild card, see the house come down around your. Head, home to me, so much dreaming. Some say I'm growing cold and.
It's just a feeling. I get sometimes. A feeling. Sometimes. And I get frightened. Just like you. I get frightened too. But it's.... No time for heartache.
Now the ground comes up too fast. Too fast to meet you. In clouds of dust erupting. Thick around your feet, be careful. In the rubble in waiting. Wall to wall where you tread.
When it's passing strange. And I'm waiting for the train. Caught up on this line again. And it's passing slowly. . Killing time but it's better. Than living in what will come.
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt. In this cruel place, your voice above the maelstrom. In the wake of this ship of fools, I'm falling further down.
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt. In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom. In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down. If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home....
She got red eyes. She wear dust. I went over over over. I went bust. I kissed I kissed the carpet. I climbed the curtain. I was certain. And I said yeah.
Lay me down the long white line. Leave the sirens far behind me. Paint my name in black and gold. My heart my flame my heart my road. My heartland fade across the line.
The bodies on the naked on the low damp ground. In the violet hour to the violent sound. And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine. And the voices singing line on line.
Love for the party, love for the nation. . And love for the fix, for the fabrication. . And love for the corpse, for the corporation. . Love for the death and for the defecation.
See a body and a dream of the dead days. A followin' of lost and blind. Livin' far from here. Tomorrow is a hard to find. And it seems like twenty five years of promises and give me more.
Call it superstition. Followed and fell. Under the falling. Under the spell. Singing. Bury me. Bury me. Spoken in tongues. Of many colours. In the colours of heaven.
Through the cables and the underground now. The faceless breathless calls. This is babel, Sensurround now. This place is death with walls. . Too much contact, no more feeling.
Burn me a fire in the reptile house. In the colour and the carnage fall me down. My face in the fire in the reptile house. And the kissing and the colour come crashing down.