We are, we are. The machines. We'll play 'games' for you.. Come inside. You're welcome to choose. . She is a new fascination,. The cold face of love..
The sound of breathing. "Protect the disease in me" she says. The sound of breathing. I have never known fear like this before. . I remember. "The Beauties's old but still as good" she said.
Love me. I'm cheap to rent. You could tell me. Of when you were young. Forgive and forget. The rhythm of the evening. Will tear us apart again. . Related.
Get the need. Get it.. I'm in the movies.. . Hello young thing. I'm an old film star. Maybe you've seen my picture.. . I need it. Like an old newsreel.
We bring death to the tundra*. We force the resistance on their knees. We feel no human compassion. When we burn down their villages and murder their breed.
I saw him turn on. Like a machine in the park. Saying 'please come with me'. But you've been there before. I saw him whirr away. Into the night. Like a nightmare on wheels.
Me I've just died. But some machine keeps on humming. I'm just an extra piece of dead meat to keep running. Why won't you let me die in peace?. Why won't you let me die with some kind of honour?.
I intrude on patience. I intrude on young hearts. I intrude on all such things. That can take you by surprise. Time and time again. So?. . I've no welcome for you.
Send in the guards. We are all new faces. I'm so sorry. But my reasons are wrong. My reasons are wrong. . We are on joy circuit. The image fix. Rewind, cry.
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She's like death on two legs. She is raw pink shame. Please stop the God film. It's all wrong. But I'm not to blame. . These boys of image. Carry banners.
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Put your hate in a box. See how it bleeds for you. I've watched you. Take your life and tear it apart. . Put your pain in a box. I'll send it back to you.
The dream police. Slogan: "What is on your mind?". The airwave boys. Junkies won't get radio time. The purist league. White trenchcoats in pre-war style.
Here in my room. Where the paint dries like your face. I'm still confusing love with need. Tonight at 10. I'll cry for a while. They'll get me for sure.
Hello, I'm the aircrash bureau. I bet you're so surprised to see me. I could specialise in rumours. I'll send shivers up your spine. . Pilot, back, I need my squadron.
I won't pray here,. or bow my head.. I won't praise your name,. I won't kneel down.. . I won't pray to you. on this side of sane. (Oh Lord). I won't pray to you.
Look up and the camera eye. Is searching my room. The TV screen is calling me. But for what or whom?. . Please, mister, do be careful. I'm so fragile.
Gary Numan. Miscellaneous. The 1930's Rust. Listen good. Don't cry for me. Don't cry anymore. . Now just shut your mouth. This point of view. Appeals to me.
I saw him turn on like a machine in the park. Saying, "Please come with me" but you've been there before. I saw him whirr away into the night. Like a nightmare on wheels saying, "Never again".