Lightning in the mirror - the ulcer on your tongue that makes you weep when you speak
silence overwhelms and static rebels
i can empty your heart
and fill your mind.
I stand on the precipice of revolution - Renewal, re-up. ecognise the problems and rebuild the city
greet the new scum with open arms and empty pockets
because it's all about the beat. feel the beat, dance to the beat, don't get caught up in the game
Life's a fuckin' party, don'tchaknow. Step over the threshold, it's more fun in here - The music is loud, the lights are bright and the cigarettes never end.
on the ground, progam flies
wet seranades, who is right? empty eyes, what's in your mind?