Music by J. White, K. Thompson
I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty, and mean and cold
(god told me to) It's all for you
For what it's worth, this is my bag of snow
Just let me show you
It's not brave to be unkind
I can't speak the truth that is lacking in this ornate corporate christmas tree
The fire starts to seethe
I can't take the blame for these rude desires, this lack of shame
Theme parks, and hallmarks, and sermons, and pop songs
And impotence, and innocence
Just make me angry
I'm sorry if I sit too high
We all gotta get by
I'm sorry if I'm low and dirty
It's not right, it's not right
I don't need another page to tell me the words
Let's be honest, this bullshit doesn't make you high
It's time to fly
Don't you know how to fly?
Don't you know how to fly?
Formulas, and divas, and holiness, and hollowness
And empty campaigns
Just make me angry
Theme parks, and hallmarks, and sermons, and pop songs
And impotence, and innocence
Just make me angry
Don't you know how to fly?
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
At midnight's stroke, when prophets feed
My karma catches this saint's disease
And I won't listen to this heavenly facade
I've stopped my flight halfway to god
Why should I fly the entire way
When a thousand lost souls haven't been paid?
I've stopped my flight halfway to god
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
Look in these eyes of changing dyes let me dissolve your moral ties
I'll tranquilize, I'll tantalize, I'll move you with my lusty sighs
Beyond darkened paths you call my name
You want me, you need me
And love me for my sins
I am rasputin
Let me draw you in
Take this evil grin
And love me for my sins
With mystic touch, life in my clutch
Cling to my like an evil crutch
Saint or sinner, friend or foe?
I am the saviour you'll never know
I am rasputin
Let me draw you in
Take this evil grin
And love me for my sins
Within this spell, my soul to sell
I'll carve your winding path to hell
Saint or sinner? Friend or foe?
I am the saviour you'll never know
I am rasputin
Let me draw you in
Take this evil grin
And love me for my sins
My plans unfold, these truths I've sold
From god I'm sent, or so I'm told
I am rasputin
Let me draw you in
Take this evil grin
And love me for my sins
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
Stick me with pins, peel away my skin
Pluck out my eyes, I can't stand to see you die
Dark skies have followed me into this hollow tree
Memories of moonlit night replaced by this hopeless plight
An Angel with tattered wings, to me, I hear you sing
What's become is unjust, I shuffle through your lonely dust
A fire that cannot quit, upon hell's throne I must sit
All I do is scream at night, it's a silent fight
For you now, there's nothing right
And to you I say, goodnight
Lyrics by anon.
Arr. J. White, K. Thompson
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
You took the sadness from my eyes
You wore a charming disguise
You took the truth with all your lies
You took your hat off and untied my bonnet and
You took my body, when you didn't even want it
Give it back, I want it back
You wore a silicone smile
That bullshit doesn't pass as style
But I was blinded all the while
You shook my confidence and found my weakest bone
And took a piece of me that should have been my own
Give it back, I want it back
You took my pride out for a ride
You threw my soul into a hole
Why did I let it fucking slide?
You raved and ranted and you breathed and panted
And you took for granted that I'd always want your fucking
Give it back, I want it back
You drank my blood like it was wine
You cannot pick me off a vine
You cannot take what once was mine
You are a fucking swine
Give it back, I want it back
Music by J. White, K. Thompson
You won't move me
You caught me wanting contradictions
But I'm afraid of ticking time
And her tears are prettier than mine
You won't move me
You, with your leather skin
When mary lets you push her around
I might falter, but
You won't move me
Blame the moral heavy
He says “Jane”
But his eyes say “mary”
You won't move me
Mary, why do you take yourself down?
People see you falling down
Ass bare and face to the ground
It's not...
There's still...
Get up off...
Mary....
You won't move me
Music by J. White, K. Thompson, V. Marcone
Don't want to move, don't want to breathe
Don't want to leave here
See what I am, see what I know
See what I see
I chew the tongue that whispered fortune:
There's nothing left but a twisted devotion
Liquid diamonds roll down my skin
And the wind whispers around me
Dark place A sweetness that I've never known
Hits me like a stormy ocean
Dark face
Dark love
I'll take you, like a stormy ocean
It's not enough
I need more
Oh wicked thoughts, from where did you come?
Dark things breathe their heated sighs
I kiss the cheek, and eat the mouth
And taste the tongue that never lies
Don't want to leave, don't want to move on
To love and lust in a hateful distortion
It's unsaid
Some things are better left unsaid
Liquid diamonds roll down my skin
And the wind whispers around me
Dark place
A sweetness that I've never known
Hits me like a stormy ocean
With this dark face I'll give you...
And I'll give you these motions of emotion
And I'll take you, like a stormy ocean
And I'll have you, with this twisted devotion
And I'll have you
Music by J. White, K. Thompson
He'll chase away the skeletons harboured in your christian closets
Salutations to a passenger of guilty trips we've well-travelled and travelling
Thoughts of glory holes, of angel kisses, of golden showers
All cured by a bottle of H2O
So shock me peter, this is the day
for this unruly soul to make it's getaway
Shock me peter, clear the way
You're selling lies but it's enough to make me stay
Get away!
A diluted broth of plastic popsongs birthed of sunlight and toxic glitter
Fed unto the wanting, spoonfuls of formaldehyde, laced with a pinch of ginger
And the midnight people, banished by oil-slickened productions:
My zombie honey, do you realize what you've done?
Your loneliness is killing us
Ruled and ruling, beckoned by the beckoning
So shock me peter, this is the day
for this unruly soul to make it's getaway
Shock me peter, clear the way
You're selling lies but it's enough to make me stay
Get away!
Get away from your golden arches, your pre-packaged prophets
Designed to conduct your choreographed lives
Morals for immortality, quarrels for brutality
Blank stares and stifling yawns, all fed to the broken masses
Wash it all away...
Angry egos and holy placebos will cast away the rotting
With your hollywood gods all built on a mountain of recycled flesh
Dead eyes fashioned with wide smiles
It's hard to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a scalpel's knife
Tell me your stories, tell me your glories
Tell me your light, and I'll tell you my dark
So shock me peter, this is the day
for this unruly soul to make it's getaway
Shock me peter, clear the way
You're selling lies but it's enough to make me stay
Get away!
Music by J. White, K. Thompson
That girl, where has she been? Perhaps she never left
All this changing disguises staying the same
Why so angry? You're so lucky
Lucky girl
She will get injured in the slaughter, yeah, she's someone's lucky daughter
But she can't control the lion's den, only the water is her friend
Tough luck, girl
Watch out, she's rabid
She can't look you in the eye
She can't control the lion's den, only the water is her friend
Look, she's going away again, look at her outstretched hand
I think she wants the swan to land on her
Girl...
Music by J. White
Maybe it's not my place to say it, but maybe I'll say it anyway
I don't understand the things you do, but I know just what I think of you
Let's go back now...
Think of the time you saw her fall
You don't know her at all
Think of the time you knew her well
Well, I've got news for you, boy
Drive on by
Your time is coming
Think of the time you beat her down
And you smacked her around
Think of the time you wouldn't stop
Stop and listen to this, boy
Your time is coming
Don't look back now, don't even try
Your cultured alibi just doesn't fly
Don't you know how to fly, boy?
Think of the air you cannot breathe when I whisper her name
Think of just what I'm going to do when I get a hold of you, boy
Your time is coming
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
Soft like a rose, cloaked in daggers
Your grin a guise for all the anger
I'm sorry you thought that you needed to hide
The dirt from inside me
You know I'm filthy
Shut up, and listen
Why don't you give up this mission
Shut up, and look at me
I'm just a stranger who let you think you knew me
You crept up on me like a cat on a mouse
Light on the feet, and loose in the mouth
You waited until you saw me go still
The moment to break me
I'll say it simply
Shut up, and listen
Why don't you give up this mission
Shut up, and look at me
I'm just a stranger who let you think you knew me
Words on the tip of my tongue
Taking aim, cocked back, just for fun
I am not your prodigal son
No, I am not your prodigal son
Just listen
Why don't you give up this mission
Shut up, and look at me
I'm just a stranger who let you think
I'm just a stranger who let you think
I'm just a stranger who let you think you knew me
Music by K. Thompson, J. White, V. Marcone
I feel lost, do you ever get that feeling?
It's perpetual for me, It's perpetual for me
I die for love each time I feel your breath breathing
I try to hold my own, I try to hold my own breath
When you sleep beside me I count the tiles on the ceiling
One hundred twenty-two, one hundred twenty-three
When you sleep beside me I feel your falling heart crashing
And I try to pick up the debris, I try to pick up the debris
So here we are, do you ever get that feeling?
We're just not meant to be, we're just not meant to be
Set me as a seal on your arm and on your heart
They say that love is strong as death, and death will do us part
Set me as a seal on your heart and on your arm
They say that jealousy is deep as the grave
And that is what it ends on
I hold my breath each time you breathe
I hold my breath each time you breathe
Each time you breath I die for love
Set me as a seal on your arm and on your heart
They say no water, wind, or flame could tear us apart
Jealousy flashes fast as fire, love's cruel burning fire
They say no water could put out such a flame
No floods could drown it
I hold my breath each time you breathe
I hold my breath each time you breathe
Each time you breath I die for love
Passion is relentless as the underworld and love a burning coal
I hold my breath, devotion seizes me
And jealousy ripples like a river underneath me
I hold my breath each time you breathe
I hold my breath each time you breathe
Each time you breathe I die for love
I hold my breath each time you breathe...
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
Woke up this morning, radio moaning
Thoughts run in circles and set the day
I'm all burnt up, no resurrection
Lying here, slinging ashes at the sun
I can't find what I once knew
I can't find what I once knew
I'm worried my wires are crossed again
So worried I've lost my connection
Desperate need for more distraction
Won't you take me back to oblivion?
This hollow world is holding on to me
My soul, my mind is held magnetically
Electric friction washes over me
It feels so creepy, it feels so creepy
I'm worried I can't find what's real
Can't find any other way to feel
Blackbirds sing sad harmonies
Lost to the humming wires that feed
Useless agendas to a useless breed
All-you-can-eat in a world of need
A discount price for all your good deeds
Tell me, isn't that all you need?
I can't find what I once knew
I can't find what I once knew
This hollow world is holding on to me
My soul, my mind is held magnetically
Electric friction washes over me
It feels so creepy, it feels so creepy
Woke up this evening, television screaming
Static burns through my world of dreaming
Soothed by the light I drop my fist
And turn my cheek for a cathode ray kiss
I can't find what I once knew
I can't find what I once knew
This hollow world is holding on to me
My soul, my mind is held magnetically
Electric friction washes over me
It feels so creepy, it feels so creepy
Music by K. Thompson, J. White, V. Marcone
Once, when I was alone, I called you, and you weren't home
My heart fell, like a stone to the ground, to the ground, to the ground
To the ground, to the ground, to the ground
Why, when morn had dawned on me, and anger grew, like ecstasy
And Leda threw the swan on me, and I fell, to the ground, to the ground
To the ground, to the ground, to the ground
Don't say “I want you”, don't stay this way
Believe me, I wasn't trying to
Play the game, where someone's to blame
I'll stay the same 'til you change your mind
And you'll change your mind
I could have broken you, I should have spoken for
you should have seen it was turning me on
Don't you know it's true?
There are worse things, perverse things
You should answer when the phone rings!
There are worse things I could do
Oh, don't say “I want you”, don't stay this way
Believe me, I wasn't trying to
Play the game, where someone's to blame
I'll stay the same 'til you change your mind
And you'll change your mind
Once, when I was all alone, I could not find the telephone
So, instead, I burned your pretty home
To the ground, to the ground to the ground
Oh, don't say “I want you”, don't stay this way
Believe me, I wasn't trying to
Play the game, where someone's to blame
I'll stay the same 'til you change your mind
And you'll change your mind
Architects of the world
I walk your streets and
live in your towns
Temporarily
Architects of the world
You've served us well until now
But soon we'll be on our own
And I'll sleep in your
Nova heart
As things come apart
I'll hide in your
Nova heart
At ease with the thought
That this nova won't burn out
Gentlemen of the world
I read your books and
look at your art
Hesitantly
Gentlemen of the world
You want to educate our young
But soon they'll be on their own
And I'll sleep in your
Nova heart
As things come apart
I'll hide in your
Nova heart
At ease with my thoughts
And I'll sleep in your
Nova heart
As things come apart
and I'll rest in your
Nova heart
At ease with the thought
That this nova won't burn out.
Music by J. White, V. Marcone, K. Thompson
Do you want to save your soul?
Take back all the things that you know?
We won't resurrect the crusade now
'cause it looks like we've been betrayed
Will someone come save us from this storyline of mass destruction
Will they stay when they see what we have done just to be “free”
Waiting, we're waiting for a superhero intervention
We're waiting for a superhero intervention
I'm waiting for a superhero
The boys in charge celebrate
Their cunning game of switch and bait
Looking down at the world they created
Land of the lost and sedated
Waiting, we're waiting for a superhero intervention
We're waiting for a superhero
Will someone save us from this storyline?
I'm just standing here waiting for a sign
Music by J. White, K. Thompson, V. Marcone
You touched me with poisoned fingertips
You kissed me and sucked away my breath
You fucked me and left me for dead
You've given me one hundred thousand deaths
I'm bigger now, I'm stronger now
My fingers curl, they're talons now
It feels good to be big, bigger than you
I've really enjoyed my new point of view
I've tied you up, I'm gonna love you
In every, in every hole through and through
I'm bigger now, I'm stronger now
My fingers curl, they're talons now
My weeping eyes are burning now
My cloven feet are dancing now
And now I'm dancing for the doomed and the damned
And I'm advancing unassumed with dirty hands
And now I'm prancing for the man, isn't it grand?
I've become my very own boogeyman
I must confess I've loved this from the very start
Please take a bow, you know, I am your work of art
I'm bigger now, I'm stronger now
My fingers curl, they're talons now
My weeping eyes are burning now
My cloven feet are dancing now
Music by J. White, K. Thompson
And when I close my eyes, this blackened canvas falls
And darkness starts to shine, and dreams begin to call
And when I watch them float, I hold my sleeping breath
For secret hidden truths that live beyond my death
Loneliness is sweet
This paradox, this sleep
A suicide lullaby
One more reason why
Yesterday just burned away
And when I place this ear against the pebbled ground
I can feel the world breathe, exhaling earthly sounds
They hover very deep, the mechanism turns
The clockwork creaks slowly as the molten lava churns
Loneliness is sweet
This paradox, this sleep
A suicide lullaby
One more reason why
Yesterday just burned away
Music by J. White, K. Thompson
She hangs in the shadow of my dreams and whispers
“You're colourless, almost invisible, like a pale, sad shadow”
And I'm chagrined to realize I believe her
I wish that I could find a way to deceive her
She reproaches and condemns me for the things that have eluded me
And the things I've let delude me. And she sneers, and she spits until I have to
admit:
I didn't even try
But baby, you don't talk to me that way
Please don't listen to a word she makes me say
When she starts her dirty foreplay it's a dangerous maneuver 'cause you know
She's a liar, and you're my alibi
When you come to me and strap me down
And your eyes are profound with desire...sets my skin on fire
You grab hold of me and your heat explodes in me 'til I'm crying
“No, no! She's a liar!”
'Cause baby, you don't talk to me that way
Please don't listen to a word she makes me say
When she starts her dirty foreplay it's a dangerous maneuver 'cause you know
She's a liar, and you're my alibi
Then your fingers and your tongue wrap around me
And colours surround me, and blaze right through me
“You can't be what you want to be, you'll never be free!”
She screams at me
She's a liar. And you're my alibi
'Cause baby, you don't talk to me that way
Please don't listen to a word she makes me say
When she starts her dirty foreplay it's a dangerous maneuver 'cause you know
She's a liar, and you're my alibi
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange
Music by J. White, K. Thompson, V. Marcone
Some say it's a combat zone, trying to protect all the things that we own
From the dark unknown
Some say we can't complain, this favoured side of the earth our domain
While the other side shudders in pain
Some say we're all the same
Stone throwers living inside a glass cage
Some say that those who reign, with all their power should take all the blame
And our powerless disdain
It's so easy
Some say we're all the same
Stone throwers living inside a glass cage
To say we're all the same, each staggered birth born with the same love
Each weary breath worthy of the same love...
Some say we're all the same
Stone throwers living inside a glass cage
Music by K. Thompson, J. White
Each noise has a story to tell
Each sound has a whisper
Close your eyes and listen
Standing in the pouring rain, dressed in metal
Chilled and deafened, dressed in metal
Dressed in rain
No one can hurt me now...

