the children pick the labels before they speakof pirate software of sex and of eand mommy's with her play-mate down on her kneesshe's building a history 'cos her future's obsoletein automationautomationautomationevolutio . . .
this room is full of distanceof punishment and sini want to call the othersbut i'm pretending i'm not inthe only way is forwardthat's something to beholdbut right now i'm shakingbut at least i'm in controli am cleanoh i . . .
Staring through overcautious symmetryThey point and they sneerYou are just another oddityYou girlie-boy, you little queerStockings 'round your kneesSuch a sorry sightMascara glisteningOh no not here tonightDressing in yo . . .
Come closer angel you are everything in meI live on repercussions since the time you set me freeAnd it seems the world is just the flavour you don't wantLet's get the dirt up it's much deeper in the huntLet's goHuntingCo . . .
Push her hair back from her face as now is where you aredon't get up without a smile as she can cure the pasthold her when the future's blurred, you owe her gentle armskeep your fists against your sides don't you ever do . . .
she met him in a darkened roomhe had issues with the lighthis hair combed back from his facehis jacket pulled on tightshe'd never thought of running awayshe'd never thought of faithhe took her arm and he took her thought . . .
So you're selling me skin, at an affordable price, but i've a feeling a thousandmore have made you their only vice. Your intentions and your lines areso right and I wonder if all the others noticed your many sidesand we' . . .
i'm sick of desperationthe same old trip i've walked one thousand timesi'm sick of aggravationyet i thought i'd give it a little timebut i feel a whole lot weakeri'm sick of what you gave mea borrowed gift to practice th . . .
and so where is your cause?neanderthal matadorsyou give me such, suchchronic indigestioni see you on the flooras subtle as unholy whoresyou move in packslike some starless constellation'cos i know what it takes to arrive . . .
i'm outsideyour window wellincompletealonei believedwhen you took my handnow your eyes are stoneit's like the end of timehas swallowed mei'm deep below the hoursi can't breathei'm deceitand you're so cleanpurest angel gl . . .
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