It's been a long time since i hurt in the absence of reason breathing in water and in dirt amphibious it's been a long time it's been a long time since
on floor four and fading breathing like a porcelain doll so come and cure me lady killing off the past and now and all your neon nights, electric lives
The more I call your name The more it tastes like blood When every word rings useless and indifferent There's a street where she can't sleep And all
In a moment buildings rise up as they start to fall it's in these seconds that she swears you can't hear much at all it never seems to last in this
Vertigo as soft as skin when everything stops and it starts again please let it go i can taste her heart against my lips the signal fades and we count
Beneath the canopy of electric art False pageantry Beneath the circuitry we breathe And find ourselves still stuck In spaces in between How could one
In a room for two in a bed for three you're a pretty picture you're a dread disease painting shadows on the walls in this armory of toys hardens hearts
not alone in the desert of freaks in this town as a long legged lowlive in my gown Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum Let us dive
Love, life, should be mine to give you Love, life, should be mine to take Seal the windows turn on the gas And empty my wrists in the bath Jump to see
She read your words on my TV, So much anger in her grief A candle lit for you, And the words you wrote they sing with So much truth, More than you could
Bottom won't make it go away Petting doom is second to nothing Could I waste more time getting there? Or share in the boiling know how Exist to resist
I want you to think about it, To think about the things that he said I want you to live without it, To breathe without the bruises on your head I want
Don't give a damn, I don't care Don't give a fuck, Unaware Got no remorse, Got no concern for no one You watch my conscience fading, Sharp is my tongue
Bottled up on coming down Binge and purge and yet you never miss a meal Fashion equals Fascism Bolan smiling down on your empty intentions Vacant grace
All the bad weather in our veins Comatose in strobe who complains Take the edge off too uptight Bored and loose from bitter spite What starts your engine
My stain glass soul, all consumed Drown in denial, choke on the truth My swollen tongue, has left me dumb Tune in on my confusion Bitter words, not meant
I don't get it, I completely understand She is a perfect person, I hate the bitch I'd like to talk to her, and not say a word My thought out instinct,
In your love, I should have been more kind In your love, I could I be so blind? In your heart, Your wasted, In your mind Forever or whatever come what
