I'll turn off the TV It's killing us, we never speak There's a radio in the corner It's dying to make a scene So give me soft, soft static With a human
Poke at my Iris, why can't I cry about this? Maybe there is something that you know that I don't? We adopt a brand new language Communicate through pursed
Do the twist in the twisting outfit The loose tie with the loose limp wrists Lift your dress enough to show me those shins Let your hair stick to your
A cripple walks amongst you All you tired human beings He?s got all the things a cripple has not Two working arms and legs And vital parts fall from
Who'd you push down the stairs last night? I would have liked to be a part of that Who'd you push down the stairs last night? I would have liked to be
So you just stepped out Of the front of my house And I'll never see you again I closed my eyes for a second And when they opened You weren't there And
goodnight, it's stroke time let's get paralysed down both sides. snake hips, red city kids and your black eyes, roll bac.k midnight organ fight yours
organ in you, now. Sing about the promises you found. Keep it up, 'cause no one likes it down. Keep a little organ in you, now. Keep a little organ in
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What I want, what I want is just your children I hate
The upturned ruptured palms the pleading eyes that hide the spite that want to forgive us wretched insects if only we'd learn how to get in line there
night long hours We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh... In the third week of the relationship She was tripping on organic
who? I am a war machine Killing people is what I do [Chorus:] I am a cybernetic organism Living tissue over endoskeleton I am a cybernetic organism
decay and suppuration The stiffening husk is surveyed and tested For suitability of organ donation... Tissue typing... Donor screening... Biopsy testing... Organ
to diagnose death Succumb to my horrible experiment Intestines and limbs agog in fiendish disarray Mustating your natural composition Rearrange your vital organs
In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red wool For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes
of self complete Heartbeats hammering at the sight A revelation to wrap my soul in fear Blinded by the never light As I stare into my organic shadow
Abstract anger, the hateful game Injecting drugs of chaos again A stand-up addict, I cannot control A seething mass, and it's all falling down Relative
been clear on anything Lovers and police pull you back every time And you ran with your hand in your mouth and a smoking gun So don't leave your organs