We're gonna drink to sorrow,
Stack our bile up on a platter,
'Coz, In the end it doesn't matter.
Bleached out from all depression,
Compressed with warm congestion,
Compressed with warm congestion,
Sultry breath and twisted navels,
Of the helpless and the rebels.
Gather 'round; join hands, for this one-track, one-night stand...
Riot in the underground,
Swaying arms to the lusty sounds,
Losing faith, going far away,
Just to come by another day.
Riot in the underground.
Damp emotions, burnt and drowned.
Someone help! We've gone astray.
But it doesn't matter anyway..
. . .
. . .
Ground powder, addiction doses,
On hallucinated beds of roses.
On hallucinated beds of roses.
Pricking thorns and rusty cushions,
Covered with slime of confessions.
Covered with slime of confessions.
Dusky eyes and a smoky ceiling.
Neon lights, and a sinking feeling.
Gonna set the world on fire,
Take a stand on top of the pyre,
Gather 'round. Join hands, for this one last, one-night stand!
Riot in the underground,
Swaying arms to the lusty sounds,
Losing faith, going far away,
Just to come by another day.
Riot in the underground.
Damp emotions, burnt and drowned.
Someone help! We've gone astray.
But it doesn't matter anyway..
. . .
. . .
Simply fabulous... no words to express the 'awesomeness" of it actually :D ... but really nice!! :)
ReplyDeleteOMG!!! you have simply no clue (at all) the kind of imagery ur song created in my mind. That of DevD types. Dark rooms, Shaddy places, dim lights with smoke all around, people sitting in corners all lost in their "fantastic" high world. Men and women openly fucking, involved into each other as if there was no tomorrow. People entering the dark cave, trembling, shaking, begging for more doses as they suffer withdrawal symptoms, and their wives come running behind, following them with eyes full of tears to see what has become!!!??
ReplyDeleteFAB ! :)
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