I've been coughing up lockets
decorated with pictures of the devil
I stuff them all in my weather worn pockets
Because you can't forget evil if its on you
Were lost again and it's getting old
You'd think we'd have grow up
and faced the facts that are staring back
because this race is a draw
No one wins when the future is fucked,
We're potent with the stench of tomorrow
While fully aware of the air today
"How charming, technology"
says the girl with the metal frame
A digital dame whom you'd admire the wires
A circuit board of naughty nudes built into
Where are we going these days
and who would care to clue me in?
We're destined devils and were burning up
Is it hot in here or is it just us?
"How charming,technology"
Says the girl with the metal body
rusted into
Solitude