Post by jyrascarn on Sept 9, 2003 8:40:31 GMT -5
Footsteps in the night dismally leave their mark
On the huge, subfusc structures that live in the dark
Towering high, they fret the vault spanning all
A black screen of clouds under which they never fall
I listen to the echo until it dawns on me
That the people next door have since switched off their TV
So I step from the corner and risk a look outside
AND THE BLOOD COMES SWEEPING IN ON AN ENORMOUS TIDE
I gasp in awe and clutch at my head
And then attempt to hide in the tomb that I fled
But deep inside I know that it won't help me
I'll never escape the curse of telepathy
I'm lost in the future now!
I'm lost and I don't know how!
Last night I had a vision of the sea
Reaching out into the distance endlessly
It was an image of a world that's not like ours
Where I could dream without my telepathic powers
But what's the use in trying to kid myself
I turn my eyes towards the ship upon the shelf
It's bottled up like the dream inside my head
Nothing else than a memory I'm always fed
I'm lost in the future now!
I'm lost and I don't know how!
Lingering passions in a maze with no sun
Cloistered neon catacombs of trapped souls on the run
Repression is all style now it's come of age
Locked here in my automatic compact cage
I tune into the mind of the couple below
As he grabs hold of her tits while she gives him a blow
They buckle and she bites, hit each other more with every ride
AND THE BLOOD COMES SWEEPING IN ON AN ENORMOUS TIDE
Now I need not speculate, every message is clear
The only time I get a hard-on is when I'm paralysed with fear
I'm just an impotent voyeur in a deadly potent world
A fixation of aggravation around which my senses swirl
I'm lost ...
On the huge, subfusc structures that live in the dark
Towering high, they fret the vault spanning all
A black screen of clouds under which they never fall
I listen to the echo until it dawns on me
That the people next door have since switched off their TV
So I step from the corner and risk a look outside
AND THE BLOOD COMES SWEEPING IN ON AN ENORMOUS TIDE
I gasp in awe and clutch at my head
And then attempt to hide in the tomb that I fled
But deep inside I know that it won't help me
I'll never escape the curse of telepathy
I'm lost in the future now!
I'm lost and I don't know how!
Last night I had a vision of the sea
Reaching out into the distance endlessly
It was an image of a world that's not like ours
Where I could dream without my telepathic powers
But what's the use in trying to kid myself
I turn my eyes towards the ship upon the shelf
It's bottled up like the dream inside my head
Nothing else than a memory I'm always fed
I'm lost in the future now!
I'm lost and I don't know how!
Lingering passions in a maze with no sun
Cloistered neon catacombs of trapped souls on the run
Repression is all style now it's come of age
Locked here in my automatic compact cage
I tune into the mind of the couple below
As he grabs hold of her tits while she gives him a blow
They buckle and she bites, hit each other more with every ride
AND THE BLOOD COMES SWEEPING IN ON AN ENORMOUS TIDE
Now I need not speculate, every message is clear
The only time I get a hard-on is when I'm paralysed with fear
I'm just an impotent voyeur in a deadly potent world
A fixation of aggravation around which my senses swirl
I'm lost ...