Lay back for me
You were just exactly what I need
In this cold town
Lay back for me
The three of us in circus and in liberty
Itâs been too long
So throw your guilt religion
To the liars and the weak
This is the politics and war of ecstasy
(--?-- that fission-?)
That is failing every test
Is the comedy in death of your senses
To your alternative to real world
Itâs just time for me and a fantasy
Be blind to myself to idolize
To your alternative to real world
Itâs just time for me and a fantasy
Iâm blind to myself (and?) idolize
You work so deep
Astonished and enraptured
I can barely speak
These are hard times
Hormones it (keeps-?)
(A slow whispered wet confession-?)
From out body heat
Thereâs no return
chorus.
1 | Spit It Out |
2 | My secret friend |
3 | Nightlife |
4 | Song Of Imaginary Beings |
5 | Ghosts of Utopia |
6 | Animal Impulses |
7 | President |
8 | S.h.e |
9 | Missile |
10 | Your Joy is My Low |