:: I close my eyes and it is for real :: the lost continent :: a language we can't understand :: on land :: I smile open my eyes and it's gone for ever :: Last night in my bubble bath :: we're here :: i'm here :: there's no secret :: A guy in white :: not one of us :: not me :: in wonder why there is no sound :: and i fetch the news :: Too late to care :: not in this world :: sick of it all :: i really felt the pressure :: they don't want me
i forget what it is :: you knew it from the start :: we were playing the doctor/patient game but you were Benway :: how much stronger :: retreat and surrender :: tribal penalty :: the age of silicon :: why		i forget what it is :: you knew it from the start :: we were playing the doctor/patient game but you were Benway :: how much stronger :: retreat and surrender :: tribal penalty :: the age of silicon :: why
:: I knew nothing of the horses :: if you think i'm fake up :: nothing really matters :: Who are you :: me on board close to the gate :: drop the line of lies they used to take :: God remains dead :: all murders to comfort myself :: What is going to get me out of bed in the morning :: I saw the light before the tunnel :: you were there :: not you :: behind you is it laying on the floor :: victims :: tears :: A few blocks away :: that was history
Nothing special but sound words of a second :: the constant lost of desire :: defection of emotion :: transistor years have destroyed :: the emergency to build :: i need more walls		Nothing special but sound words of a second :: the constant lost of desire :: defection of emotion :: transistor years have destroyed :: the emergency to build :: i need more walls
:: I hear "Bombing bastards" by Tricky and the whole year seemed worth the pain for the five minutes it lasted :: that was so fantastic :: i had to listen to it over and over again for an hour :: "I'm the king of the formula" :: Just what i needed :: lyrics penetrating instantly :: i could post here every words :: that would make sense to the whole thing :: Break the habit of comformity :: abuse is an ancient paradygm :: pleasure is scares
The way i hate myself :: glow until alt.total-loser :: i used to be that bad :: The pain never fades away :: grey was a stigma :: crowd in the arena of asphalt :: leave and don't look back :: that isn't simple		The way i hate myself :: glow until alt.total-loser :: i used to be that bad :: The pain never fades away :: grey was a stigma :: crowd in the arena of asphalt :: leave and don't look back :: that isn't simple
:: Take my hand in your head :: the man in that shirt :: no good :: sand forest :: you're over rest :: mistake the test :: all hippies :: don't go to their parties :: not invited anyway :: don't belong :: never too bad :: bus stop on the fast lane :: objects in the distance :: fat boy stance :: like no other :: break the curve and eat the waves :: Tricky is god :: need fresh flesh and skin :: the path fore and aft :: later gods loose the plot
tear Break torn scrap :: i'm a fading one :: boom boom :: war driven civilisation :: after the gold rush :: lost teenage dust :: what do i want :: lust for nothing :: just give me a few pixels		tear Break torn scrap :: i'm a fading one :: boom boom :: war driven civilisation :: after the gold rush :: lost teenage dust :: what do i want :: lust for nothing :: just give me a few pixels
:: pain drives :: obsolete and fat :: people named after numbers :: a fucked up day :: another one drowning in his blood :: dry powder bites the tongue and clears the eyes :: blind of me :: shower on the cells :: burn the bible from the shelf :: more words about nothing :: shut it down while they don't care :: on the air off my name :: i'll quit soon like a baboon :: it might as well be me :: a maculate towel :: jesus in wonderbraland :: pay to breathe :: carpenter less objective :: tom and jerry thing :: blank as pearls :: decay in attitude post slacker fears :: real heavy bass bus :: dream no reward