Tekster: Berlin. Pleasure Victim. World Of Smiles.

I'm thinking faces changing pictures comes to mind
Try to change the subject
Sensation stare reveal me, still I want to know
Capture time in a photograph

Well I say, "How do you do", shatters my mirrored view
If only your lie would disappear
Why don't you plaster your face then I just might believe
I'll crack you open, smash you down

I repeat your mad charade
This S. R. game you play's a freeze
Indifference, greetings and smiles
You've got yours now I've got mine

I've got to swallow your pride shallow men hear no rhyme
Furniture shifts as you walk by
Why don't you look in my eyes what do you see in there
Plastic melts in a world of smiles

I'm laughing hurt me, hurt me now the joke's on you
Satisfy your conscience
Stop talking, stop talking tear me open and leave me here to bleed
Cut me up, cut me down to size