And if we can, then we must hold our heads up, learn to trust

Renne weiter um zu fliehen. Renne weiter weg vom Leben.

I don't ever want to see the day

Gorbachev - celibate self importance; Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence.

Realize how lonely this is - self-defeated and forget

That's real end-of-the-century nausea; therefore, I must be God.

Only in you do we see ourselves, only in you can we see our end

Ceremony rape machine.

Blank diary entry – the emptiness tells its own story, a slow painful goodbye to glory.

Doctors tell me that I'm cynical, I tell them that it must be chemical.

Sick to the stomach of our fingertip scrawl.

Firing squads

I used to make sense but now I am confused.

A thousand Marlboro deaths ignored everyday, and who gives a shit about sexuality.

Sex, obsession possession.

Bare floors, plain white walls, no window curtains, nothing but essentials, with no luxuries, no ornamentation

Parliament's a fake life-saver. You better wake up and smell the real flavour.

I tell them I wish I was.

You've stopped me hurting but so much disorder, winter flowers did you ever forgive her?

I convinced myself that I don't walk the line

She sucks you deeper in; you exist within her shadow.

Decide what now is right

Revolution in the golden palace.

Exploding in society's eye. Democracy is an empty lie. Dead like our yesterdays tonight.

Always, always trying to succeed. Always, never facing you.

A design for life

The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold.

Walk in half view of all mirrors that make sense to me

Divine youth is lying in a battered and a bruised skin.

A force of sensationalism. What happens to the brains? What happens?

My future has been here 4 ever

Sometimes I envy them

Srebrenica cousin of Treblinka. Scream until the war is over, war is over.

This wonderful world of purchase power, just like lungs sucking on air.

Ruin paintings; you're still my bad habit, my dark little secret, my illicit unseen drug.

Has my fantasy run out of delusion?

Pity poor Payne Stewart in a death bubble.

I’m just me I can’t deny, I need the cure anywhere

Fearful of the future now.

My gut gets sick of all it's lies

Free yourselves from the tyranny of objects.

I don’t know what it is that I believe in but it involves misery and keeping still.

All the air miles that are missing, oh I wish we still had Jack Lemmon

Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out.

I'm not here

Walk in half view of all mirrors that make sense to me

I suck, suck up all of your power.

And the children they too will come, stern and merciless.

Your future glories are emptier thoughts, this beauty feeling nothing at all, it's what you wanted, it's what you got.

Its cold it's truthful it really never lies.