Bleedangel
Where boy meets girl
What happens to me
In this brave new world
Do I listen to my heart, do I listen to my head?
Do I look at what I see, or remember what I read?
When I tell you how I feel, do I wonder what I've said?
Is there nothing we can do about it, anyone
Anyone can be so hard hearted
But everyone
Still everbody wants a happy ending
It's not so easy, it's '84 now
How tough must we be to ask for more now?
Do I listen to my head, do I listen to my heart?
Do I try to feel the same as I feel when we're apart?
Do I thin
This Time
So the certanty is I can get no air,
Getting nowhere at all,
Open-ended and suspended one by one,
In the slipstream,
And Harvest hold the horrbag,
Emotion starts to lag,
With panache I keep a-crashing,
Through the sky,
No compassion have I.
Kick a kiss of superstition and I cry,
"Just a guide or I throw
All the panic I can muster,
Threatening to the cluster";
The hangman's whore so obvious,
Discretion's such a drag,
But I know his apparatus snows my mind,
When it gets too far out.
Guard the ribs and fall,
I long to catch my breath, condemm it all
As the number I become,
They count me out a volunteer.
See how they run in silence up the belfry steps,
Each unaffected by the sight of the blistered skin;
Someone to calm me till the pounding in my head stops,
Over the tens of thousands find no way out of in:
Through the pandemonium, My heart is beating like a drum,
Barricaded in here, crawling's getting creepier,
With my head in my hands, all the heaven in my heart.
Get me out of here, let me get away,
Let me go from here, get me out away,
Get me out of here, let me get away,
Let me out of here, let me go today....