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At the age of sixteen
I grew out of hope
I regarded the cosmos
Through a circle of rope
So I threw out my plans
Ran on to the wheel
And emptied my head
Of all childish ideals
The sleep of no feeling
I married the first girl
Who wasn't a man
And smiled as the spiders
Ran all over my hands
Made a good living
By dying it's true
As the world in my TV
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Waiting... to be born again
Wanting... the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away
Nothing is what I feel
Waiting... for the drugs to make it real
Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting... to be disciplined
Aching... for your nails across my skin
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Telepath Carbon trapped under stone
Brother mother pale body is thrown
Only way I know to have fun
Fill up my blood, my veins, my lungs
ESP city - rainy and blue
Burn down this town, I give it to you
Aero shallow, photograph blind
Stage fright, black light, coma divine
No sense of time
Sever tomorrow
Exitless mind - ESP Sever tomorrow
School out invective, losing my voice
Film shredding on in multiple choice
America calls, I must go
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Modem load and failsafe
Electric teenage dust
Hit the solvent keypad
Start the neural rust
Power on the highway
Data in my head
Surfing on the network
Part of me is dead
Every Home is Wired
Swimming in the circuit
Somebody has expired
This world will be the future
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Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme
Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream
I try to relax but its warmer outside
I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide
This has become a full time career
To die young would take only 21 years
Gun down a school or blow up a car
The media circus will make you a star
Dark matter flowing out on to a tape
Is only as loud as the silence it breaks
Most things decay in a matter of days
The product is sold the memory fades
Crushed like a rose
In the river flow
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