IRC-Galleria

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
Spin me round again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years they were here first

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
Still life

Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears
They were here first

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well?
Well, of course you did
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best?
Off course it is
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that itÂ’s just what we need?
And you decided this
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit

You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit