Front 242 Crushed
Turning me My conscience is calling me It wants to shake the beast The snake is twisting, My thoughts into needling extremities Reaction breaks me into fractions Taking all my energies Seizing my extremities So much that I cannot feel now This heavy heart Heart that I carry Still holds the weight of you And when I fall As I always do I'm crushed by the absence of you Perfection is there And the expression a stare A face that leaves no trace of wear and tear True beauty is cold Love and hate and human sexual nature This power is sustained by endless violence and pain A cycle I can't understand I'm tired of emotions They bare me with distortions They cut me Screaming "Fuck me" Wipe them all away now Let them see through eyes made of stone
