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The
lyrics are all written by Mattias Sivell.
BACK
IN THE EEC
My
soul left for asia
to sell soda in a bar
oh baby maybe I love you too much
you put a knife in to my spine
I'm
freaking out on pleasure
ah, here's the movie 'bout Vietnam
the human race a burnin disgrace
no tears will never struck my eyes
I
think my soul is kinda famished
heart is beaten
I think my soul is kinda vanished
speech is mind
I think my soul is back in the E E C
My
dream's gone for art- school
to be grounded in black and white
and suck the blood out of my mental health
I`m doing time at the end of my spine
My
soul is in a capsule
hot-wired in my mouth
long red ribbons across my arms
no tears will never struck my eyes
My
love lays in a coma
since then I've lost the pain
but still thereīs a million ways to break
come put a knife in to my spine

THE
GUIDE TO INNER-PITY
Mother
safety am I wrong or wicked
itīs so easy to be slick and in the thick of
eternal puberty wrong-eyed nudity
copulation got its price
Worst
fear is to get real near
you build a castle of conventions
and Iīve formed my own religion
strictly based on you
Control
means no soul
thatīs why Iīm smiling in the soft cell
in lack of dreams but a new machine
makes reality almost real
Llittle
man do the best you can
to fullfill expectations
the market rules and your father plows
while you got stesolid up your ass
The
guide to inner-pity
I lay my heart over there
I was born in Void city
and Iīve had my share
I was bred with regression
despair and waste
and outside theese conrete walls
no one will heed my calls
Mun
was born in an empty hole
in a fucked-up situation
she knocked on wood because of the neighbourhood
became blind to stand in line
She
did her duty
and fell off beauty
while the years were passing through her
a daily reptile a silky necktie
took her milk to the other side


SIZOMETER
She
wears the smartest face / out there on the dancefloor
that fotogenic race / keep their mottofuckinī motors clean
She
trips on ice / just like a little bam-bam-bambi queen
I bet you know / exactly what I mean
Read
my mind / Iīm so alone
Iīm cool on this catwalk but I feel so alone
She
keeps the sharpest hate / out there in the suburb
when her daughter stays out late / she doesnīt know where to put
her steam
She
tries to ice it all / down to the level of a machine
donīt we all / know exactly what she means ...by
//
read my mind / Iīm so alone
I was cute at college / now I feel so... //
Read
me / feel me/ feel my bones / feel my heart / feel my kidneys /
feel my liver


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