The Echo Police shoot twice and ask you Zero Zero questions. Shady sessions in the backroom... Double spotlight, they whistle tunes. They hole you up,
Peace in our time
The sun beats down, the world spins 'round, and repeat myself again. There's a loop inside my brain. I never learn, I never gain, I only turn, I stay
If God was egg, if six were nine... If time was never measured, only killed in pleasure gardens of our making. If we'd never taken anything, but only
Crushed in the corridor, swimming in smoke. Broken leg, aching head - tried polite conversation in braille. Broken French. Though my friend chews his
Fifteen flies in the marmalade. Klaus drank all the lemonade. The guests ate all the bread and I'm hungry... nearly dead! But will you dance with me my
I rise from sleep, as a ray strokes my shoulder. Wishing to walk unveiled to the world - my flesh on view. These things stand in our way - the cold of
Dinner whispers, "come and get it", poses on a plate We shot it twice with anesthetic, still it bites the waiters Till they're bleeding in the loo So
Up before the Flesh Parade... The pretty faces... The bedroom eyes... The pouting lips. The longing thighs say "Come in for a night, you won't regret
Did you hear me crying in the night that lasts forever? Did you see me reaching out from Never Never Land? The kingdom of the blind, the damned; a bitter
Capsule was diving, the temperature rising. Was hardly surprising his tears turned to steam in the blink of an eye. Just the hint of a cry. Baby knew
He really liked her blind. He'd sneak up from behind and run his finger down her spine - say `it's fine' though headlines shouted FINAL! Pigs would fly
Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine. Blister wine burns the inside . . . (They flew in a line over poppy fields. They'd drop and they'd blast their
All wired up with no-one to kick but myself in a cell and an ape with a stick who's bigger than me and complains that he's sick of my story. They spy
Fixing on a lonely star on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like guilty children waiting 'til our
I'll be your slave, maybe you'll be my priestess. I'd live in a cave and we'd meet where all eyes are turned away. Where we can lay, where we can play
Two glasses on a glass-top table. Lights are low, the ashtray's full. he talks of all his conquests--letters ringed with hearts and crosses. He left them
Overdose...Comatosed...I feel you close, but you're so very far away. Surrogate...there's no escape. I found a gate, but it's locked so I'm here to stay