Did you see the women run scared as the light fades. Scuttling through the streets thinking they're the prey. Images of violence seen in the minds eye. Countless ways to die, Countless men to try
The broken man cries
And the naked woman dies
The car drives on
The car drives on
The car drives on leaves them crying in the rain
Cry for the lives, living with no love inside
Cry for the lives living with no light inside.
Cry for the lives left out on a rainy kerb as I pass by
Alone in the rain
Alone in the rain
They're alone in the rain as I pass by
They'llcry
You'll cry
I'll cry, as I pass by
No-one sees the Mother cry huddled in her favourite chair.Clutching to her side little babys favourite bear.Strewn around the house remnants of a mothers rage.Reminders of a babe that's never gonna cry again
Father screams in rage fists punch the walls again.His princess sells her sex out in the rain again.Aids in her veins a victim of the trackmarkpain.Knuckles start to bleed.Falls to his knees again
The broken woman cries
And the naked man dies
The car drives on.The car drives on
The car drives on leaves them crying in the rain
Cry for the lives, living with no love inside.
Cry for the lives living with no light inside
Cry for the lives left out on a rainy kerb as I pass by
Alone in the rain
Alone in the rain.
They're alone in the rain, as I pass by
They'llcry.
You'llcry
I'll cry, as I pass by.
Dark lonely motorway beckons at night.
With such perfectly savage gleaming sleek lines
And savagely perfect bleeding white lights
From hive to hive move the snarling dark ants
Consuming all life in a relentless fast drive
Lane upon lane and line upon line.
All pathetically lost divorced and devoid
There's no room for reflection uniqueness or thought
There's sad clockwork brains in their sad clockwork lives
Relentlessly fast no space for the past.
Onwards my friends to the future so vast
I despise, I revolt, I refuse to submit
Not for me this charade, this ..this shambolic pure farce
All image and shine successfully hide.The hollow dark void where our souls should reside
So if I step on the brake what then? Will I stop?
And if I stop do I break?
If I Break will I mend?
If I mend does it mean that I dance again?
Dancing again thru' the black nightime lines
Tell me what does it mean to be?
What does it mean to be?
A man in a manlessworld
Can a man cut the ties and free. His heart from the stinking night. Relieved from the fateful curse. Of ever hearing cries. Can a man be admired for a frozen callous stance? Loved for being detached, virtue from a crime?
Tell me what does it mean to be?
What does it mean to be?
A man in a manlessworld
What does it mean to be?
What the fuck does it mean to be?
A man in a manless world.
With my vision so grand and my bleak soulless eyes.
I flutter behind the clothes of my life, twisting and turning the veil of disguise.
I give you a fluid description of life
no substance or form no body or weight.
Stances I take but no bedrock to find, my life like my mind no rooting to bind.
And if I sound dark and if I sound down then perhaps that's my truth I speak as I find
