This affected affection of mine takes me nowhere
You're just an empty shell of what we used to do!
I've been drinking from your fountain, baby
Caught red-handed by my physical decay
Are we talking' about love, or are we dealing with infection?
I had a short – cut me loose and switch me on!
My cytogenous mechanism mutates into foreign bodies
Head 'n arms 'n legs are goin' back on me
I'm sinkin' in piles of inhuman affection, falsity as self-protection
I GO PHUT!
I've got a psychoactive all-organic fear of panic
When your eyes run over my skin
Eyes see red red red skin me deep freeze does he who's born to burn
I've got someone on my mind......scratch it off!!!
I've been twistin' round you, baby
Like a snake fearin' his prey
You're suckin' and blowin' like a rooster booster
Well, I ain't gonna let you blow my stack
'cause I can't rely on my memory – your face is a mirror!
So I go down the wishing well, breaking legs and wishing well
Church bells ringing and the mute swans singing
Abhorence ain't gonna be the reason why you'll wish me back to the home of the damned
1st verse:
If you could see with my eyes and I witness your view...
If you could look out my eyes and I level your outlook...
...we'd be talking life long infatuation!
Chris Juris 1994
You're just an empty shell of what we used to do!
I've been drinking from your fountain, baby
Caught red-handed by my physical decay
Are we talking' about love, or are we dealing with infection?
I had a short – cut me loose and switch me on!
My cytogenous mechanism mutates into foreign bodies
Head 'n arms 'n legs are goin' back on me
I'm sinkin' in piles of inhuman affection, falsity as self-protection
I GO PHUT!
I've got a psychoactive all-organic fear of panic
When your eyes run over my skin
Eyes see red red red skin me deep freeze does he who's born to burn
I've got someone on my mind......scratch it off!!!
I've been twistin' round you, baby
Like a snake fearin' his prey
You're suckin' and blowin' like a rooster booster
Well, I ain't gonna let you blow my stack
'cause I can't rely on my memory – your face is a mirror!
So I go down the wishing well, breaking legs and wishing well
Church bells ringing and the mute swans singing
Abhorence ain't gonna be the reason why you'll wish me back to the home of the damned
1st verse:
If you could see with my eyes and I witness your view...
If you could look out my eyes and I level your outlook...
...we'd be talking life long infatuation!
Chris Juris 1994
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