Welcome to the world of the manic depressed.. Hopped up on Valium and in cardiac arrest.. Hold me closer when this world ends.. . To become prosthetic and disinfect our friends..
Do you have the time to listen to me whine. About nothing and everything all at once. I am one of those. Melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone. No doubt about it.
(Es wechselt nie seine Farbe. Es wechselt nie seine Gestalt). As they stare into our flesh. At the end of what comes next. . (Kann ich deine Hand halten?.
This is the age of make-believe. Or a reality series. Television, murder city dreaming of tomorrow. Am I alive or fantasy?. . Give me murder, give me loss.
Not quite a fembot. But almost an alien. She's in the smell of the month club. I feel it in my lungs. . Lesbian junkie funky. Slam dunk a cosmonaut. Laser guns and having fun.
Hello, hey, this is Brandon but my friends call me Spike now. I just moved out of my parents house in Danville. To this wicked warehouse in Oakland. Anyway, I spent most of the day spare-changing on the avenue.
Candy cane, null set, credit card. Prescription, nitrogen. Now we're living in a. Definition, visual aid, air condition. Automatic, autostatic. . Now we're living in a.
I don't believe in the apocalypse. I don't believe in the end of time. I don't believe in the solar eclipse. I don't believe in valentines. . I don't believe I asked opinion.
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store. I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more. I'm gonna spend all the money she had. On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine.
Reto, you're a technical whiz. Masturbating with computers. For a legion of kids. Reto, you're a solid state. A microchip and designer tape. . Oh, Reto, where did you come from?.
Bloody gang of three deep divisions. The bad blood's because of war. International, interracial, confrontational, bitter rival. Bloody gang of three deep divisions.
Spin a wheel, behind the mark. Another deal in the dark. In the red and in the gray. Dangerous with a kiss. . On a take at the zoo. On a make, sniffing glue.
It has a beginning. (It has a beginning). It has an end. (It has an end). . It's a beautiful story. (It's a beautiful story). But it's pretend. (But it's pretend).
Shiny working models. Tall gorgeous models. Hungry hungry models. On the runway. . Baby, I need jacket. I see through that skirt. Purple plastic earrings.
Shiny working models. Tall gorgeous models. Hungry, hungry models. On the runway. . Baby, I need jacket. I see through that skirt. Purple plastic earrings.
See your face from afar. Projecting you into a star. Skin so pale and eyes so black. Are you ever coming back?. . And do you feel. Feel alive. Do you feel.
I don't need a reason to be a misfit. Whatever the reason, how far I'll go. When it's my time then I will let you know. . It don't take a genius to be an idiot.
Whoo!. . Sixteen and a son of a bitch. Got a gun and a strychnine twitch. Little girl on the graveyard shift. Out of control and doesn't give a shit. .
Marie, come out tonight. You could be my valentine. Marie, you're center stage. You're the soul for the new age. . I will be the leper. Read me my last rite.
14th Street, booze and swallow. I'm gonna drown my sorrow. Dirty floors and sticky tables. For the willing and the able. . All the zombies on a hot Friday night.