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It doesn't matter if we all dieAmbition in the back of a black carIn a high building there is so much to doGoing home timeA story on the radio... Something small falls out of your mouthAnd we laughA prayer for something betterA prayerFor something betterPlease love meMeet my mother...But the fear takes holdCreeping up the stairs in the darkWaiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shotFighting for freedom on the televisionSharing the world with slaughtered pigsHave we got everything?She struggles to get away... The painAnd the creeping feelingA little black haired girlWaiting for SaturdayThe death of her father pushing herPushing her white face into the mirrorAching inside meAnd turn me roundJust like the old daysJust like the old days Caressing an old manAnd painting a lifeless faceJust a piece of new meat in a clean roomThe soldiers close in under a yellow moonAll shadows and deliveranceUnder a black flagA hundred years of bloodCrimsonThe ribbon tightens round my throatI open my mouthAnd my head bursts openA sound like a tiger thrashing in the waterThrashing in the waterOver and overWe die one after the otherOver and overWe die one after the other after the other... It feels like a hundred yearsOne hundred years...

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MovementNo movementJust a falling birdCold as it hits the bleeding groundHe lived and died...Catch sightCover me with earthDraped in blackStaticWhite sound A day without substanceA change of thoughtAn atmosphere that rots with timeColours that flicker in waterA short term effect Scream!As she tries to push him overHelpless and sickWith teeth of madnessJump jump dance and singSideways across the desertA charcoal faceBites my handTime is sweetDerange and disengage everything A day without substanceA change of thoughtThe atmosphere rots with timeColours that flicker in waterA short term effect An echoAnd a stranger's handA short term effectAn echoAnd a stranger's handA short term effect

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Creatures kissing in the rainShapeless in the dark againIn the hanging gardenPlease don't speakIn the hanging gardenNo one sleeps Catching haloes on the moonGives my hands the shapes of angelsIn the heat of the nightThe animals screamIn the heat of the nightWalking into a dream... Fall fall fall fallInto the wallsJump jump out of timeFall fall fall fallOut of the skyCover my face as the animals cryIn the hanging garden Creatures kissing in the rainShapeless in the dark againIn a hanging gardenChange the pastIn a hanging gardenWearing furs and masks... Fall fall fall fallInto the wallsJump jump out of timeFall fall fall fallOut of the skyCover my face as the animals dieIn the hanging garden In the hanging garden

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I chose an eternity of thisLike falling angelsThe world disappearedLaughing into the fireIs it always like this?Flesh and blood and the first kissThe first coloursThe first kiss We writhed under a red lightVoodoo smileSiamese twinsA girl at the window looks at me for an hourThen everything falls apartBroken inside meIt falls apart The walls and the ceiling move in timePush a blade into my handsSlowly up the stairsAnd into the roomIs it always like this? Dancing in my pocketWorms eat my skinShe glows and growsWith arms outstretchedHer legs around me... In the morning I cried Leave me to dieYou won't remember my voiceI walked away and grew oldYou never talkWe never smileI screamYou're nothingI don't need you any moreYou're nothing It fades and spinsFades and spins... Sing out loudWe all dieLaughing into the fire... Is it always like this?

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Sharp and openLeave me aloneAnd sleeping less every nightAs the days become heavier and weightedWaitingIn the cold lightA noiseA scream tears my clothes as the figurines tightenWith spiders inside themAnd dust on the lips of a vision of hellI laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year A hundred other words blind me with your purityLike an old painted doll in the throes of danceI think about tomorrowPlease let me sleepAs I slip down the windowFreshly squashed flyYou mean nothingYou mean nothing I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girlsAll the timeLose me in the darkPlease do it rightRun into the nightI will lose myself tomorrowCrimson painMy heart explodesMy memory in a fireAnd someone will listenAt least for a short while... I can never say no to anyone but you Too many secretsToo many liesWrithing with hatredToo many secretsPlease make it good tonight...But the same image haunts meIn sequenceIn despair of time I will never be clean againI touched her eyesPressed my stained faceI will never be clean again Touch her eyesPress my stained faceI will never be clean again I will never be clean again

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Give me your eyesThat I might see the blind man kissing my handsThe sun is hummingMy head turns to dust as he plays on his knees And the sandAnd the sea growsI close my eyesMove slowly through drowning wavesGoing away on a strange day And I laugh as I drift in the windBlindDancing on a beach of stoneCherish the faces as they wait for the endA sudden hush across the waterAnd we're here again... And the sandAnd the sea growsI close my eyesMove slowly through drowning wavesGoing awayOn a strange day My head falls backsAnd the walls crash downAnd the skyAnd the impossibleExplodeHeld for one moment I remember a songAn impression of soundThen everything is goneForever A strange day...

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ScarredYour back was turnedCurled like an embryoTake another faceYou will be kissed againI was cold as I mouthed the wordsAnd crawled across the mirror I waitAwait the next breathYour nameLike ice into my heart A shallow graveA monument to the ruined ageIce in my eyesAnd eyes like ice don't moveScreaming at the moonAnother past time Your nameLike ice into my heart Everything as cold as lifeCan no-one save you?EverythingAs cold as silenceAnd you will never say a word Your nameLike ice into my heart

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A hand in my mouthA life spills into the flowersWe all look so perfectAs we all fall downIn an electric glareThe old man cracks with ageShe found his last pictureIn the ashes of the fireAn image of the queenEchoes round the sweating bedSour yellow sounds inside my headIn booksAnd filmsAnd in lifeAnd in heavenThe sound of slaughterAs your body turns But it's too late One more day like today and I'll kill youA desire for fleshAnd real bloodI'll watch you drown in the showerPushing my life through your open eyes I must fight this sicknessFind a cureI must fight this sickness...

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