Levels Of Feeling

Dance, dance in the half light
Everyone laughs at you
But it's no fault of yours
We're cynically out of the game
Because we make fun
Of what everyone calls fun

Dreams, dreams are forbidden
I don't deserve yours
You don't deserve mine
Private future has got no past
Our secrets almost always never last
I gave away the game again

Your memories crystallize mine
I fall apart in your order
Even in disorder it all fits
My eyes twitch on the outside
Influence that grows tighter
They're sucking out what little life
I used to have

All the lies I used to believe in
All the people I refused
All the time thinking
Of a new way to fall apart
And self destruct
No levels of feeling
Maybe now it's alright
To be on the road to dath together

Neon Blue, Neon Blue

Neon blue, neon blue
You sell me sex
You sell me fake tan
You tell me to lie
In a solar bed

Neon blue, neon blue
You sell my body
To the dreams and desires
Of twisted voyeurs
Who want to be involved

Neon blue, neon blue
With creatures on the run
TV adds to your mystique
Cheap advertisement
Is all we ever were

Neon blue, neon blue
Why desire insincerity?
You made us out of lies
And it's what we're made to live for
Why feel foolish when everyone is

Neon blue, neon blue
I didn't feel like this yesterday
We're made out of sex
But I don't trust anyone
Who freeloads their opinion

Become Cosmetic

Got to keep an eye on it all
When everything falls apart
The new faces change
We've all become cosmetic
It's so apparent we are lost

Wreckless exchanges
A wire to wire atlantic fall
I could give nothing
But you insist for more
It must've been evil

I factor in equations
But it's all so mathematic
There's no human emotion
Within my soul
No passion within my lungs

Rational thinking
Is not your fashion
All you wanted was some action
It's bad enough that I'm a man
Not giving love like anyone can

Got to keep an eye on it all
When everything falls apart
The new faces change
We've all become so cosmetic
It's so apparent we are lost

( Two ) Nazi Dogs

i think my only problem was that the cold hit my legs......it never hit anywhere else but once i was walking i was fine. and you slept on the train. and you slept on the train. how long did i sleep for? 10 minutes? not longer and there was a group of men talking behind us talking with silesian accents. i think that might be the reason i didn't sleep any longer but you were out for nearly four minutes before thinking of how your sister commented on how ugly the elephant man was. i quite liked it when you had your head on my shoulder. i liked it when you had your head on mine too. yeah, i was really polite and asked if it was alright to because i didn't fancy a creak in my neck. but i think i would have stayed there if there wasn't so many people talking. sadly, there were people all around. and i was sleepy, dazed, and the only thing i had in my mouth that day was that piece of delicious nazi cake. anytime i took a bite, my guts felt like they were being poisoned inside out. i threw mine in the bin because i could take no more. the noise there was pissing me off like hell. i can't remember the noise that much. all i remember is the snow. but you wanted the snow, didn't you? of course, it made me feel so secure. and the delay of the train. oh yeah, the wait that went on for ages.

i remember the snow and cake that rotted my guts inside out. i remember the briefcases and the broken toothbrushes. i remember the sounds of colliding steel from twisted metal that went through the walls in green neon. i remember the 1940s bunk beds and the sacks they had to sleep on. i remember the bombings of rotterdam. and the tears in my eyes. i wanted to hug you then. needed some comfort. i remember the emaciated bodies. the bones cutting through the flesh. i remember the train tracks with crystals underneath the glass. i remember wanting to get out alive yet feeling like death. i wanted to hold you in my arms and think that everything we had seen was like a bad dream. i wanted to forget but i will always remember. i will always remember

Spectator In The Midst

Cool hearts, bleeding privately. A spectator in the midst of things. I favour the outline. But I don't know your code. It's all just a game without a name. We watch the politicians play out their vague ideas. I fell in love with your nuclear bomb. We make such natural enemies. There must be some heated passion somewhere in this life. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

I fall for the heat seeking missile. Aimed for the centre of your Seoul. Politicians warmonger and scaremonger. Facilitating speeches that aim for rapturous applause. Watch how they bend and twist laws. Still flat, but we live for the ideal dream. A spectator in the midst of things. How you breathe for me. It pays that you manage to keep the two of us alive.

Private emotions put public. Which way now? Right, left, straight in the centre or disappear from view. I love how none of us has a crystal clear idea. A spectator in the midst of things. I await your orders if they make any sense. But then nothing ever does. You're always too vague. You're always too vague

Chemical Appeal

Could love her in an instant. Such is the chemical appeal. She's such a steal in these times. My hours collide in fashion. These bruises are all I've got to show for it. But what's another year to see it all just fall apart. Don't want to live like that anymore. But what have I got to show that it's going to make any difference.

I fade into the chemicals. Dissolve into an atomic variety. Precede the bombings that set off in the mind. Searching for the sensations that shatter in midnight. But what happens next is for you to guess. As the soap opera continues with the past still wanting to be the present and the present wanting to be the future. Long winded phrases are all the rage but we just can't get out of the cage at the moment.

Such a chemical appeal. These bruises are all I've got. Broken hearts are what we deal in. I want to see the finger that blows the world up.