spec of sand in an endless desert of agony! Horrors of self! I must confront this! Confront the horror! Horrors of self, Must be confronted to be forgiven, Horrors
: The agony and the harm is critical Through a frosted stopwatch Time is ticking Tick tick tick tick dead A new ice age Closer day by day Will freeze
to say Maybe you're better off this way And though it's hard for me to say I know you're better off this way Get away! (repeat) (Thanks to The Horrors
: As the summer fades away you'll lead me to the garden passing the lovers swooning in the autumn see yourself, your image in the eyes of someone else
: Is it her way is it the way she looks at you seeing her face as you walk through the crowded avenue that sets you afire remembering all you left behind
: said to her said to her can you remember the first time we met don't you remember the first caress waiting there standing alone on the corner of the
: Across the pathless sands Through jungle, blind I run No guide taken in hand And no idea where to turn No sanctuary found I tear myself in two I pray
: It's a lonely planet now It's a long long way around It's a hollow hollow day it's a long long long long way, way down "?" Lying in false paradise
: Count Yeah I count in fives. I do it everytime. And If another number confronts me I will cut you in half. Irrespective of the subject I will make
: Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen, Carving out trees and scoring skin Animals too placed in plastic cages, carted around these filthy pages I will
: Some say we walk alone Barefoot on wicked stone no light and sanctuary found never waits around awhile Marching to the sea their dreams stay in the
: Walking down the streets late at night Night is crawling and something?s here I?ve seen him in my dreams Oh no, jack the ripper Every now and then
: She's a special girl you know, the kind I'd hope to see, hanging on a wall, watching me cross the street I wonder how long it will be before I'm sick
: Watch them speak in thunderclaps No one more or much as Jack It's a knock 'em dead show: Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone One more for the
: (Instrumental)
: Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board so still Yesterday a leather glove from the slim hand of a woman The next time I saw one it
: Well I'm not trying to question your decision, in my opinion you've made an excellent choice I don't want to put the doubt in your mind In my head ,
: I press your hand in mine however cautiously, I keep a smile right to myself And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession And I get sick as