Well hello, my name is Captain Symmetry, and I would like to welcome you to my party. To the left, a door with 70 snakes in it, to the right, well...
Please help me cut my baby's cut hand.
This ship is armored with golden boys, girls and queens.
Let the saliva drip from all walls and all ceilings,
and you will notice slight decay
in the mermaids lying on the sea.
BANG BANG, the noise sounding ...
Let your cold body move
into the beat of this neon groove.
Let the floors shiver and shake,
let these walls reincarnate.
There's nothing that you wouldn't do.
Let your cold body move.
Let your feet dance and move,
into the beat of this disco groove.
Don't let the floor wait to be discovered,
watch the walls, reincarnate.
Tell me what you are going to do.
In the autumn of our love we sighed,
together for the first time we never could of asked for more.
The heart fell between us begging for a ride in the fields under a star.
Oh darling you were the only one I could ever see.
From here on out holding my soul,
that's how it was that December.
Let me bleed for you, beg pardon the evening sky for one more chance, osculate.
And I fall from you.
Your fashions running out,
your face is running dry.
Into a pile of used makeovers up to the sky.
Your fashions breaking down,
your face is out of vogue.
Your look is so discreet it never once has been sold.
Oh, and I'll scream
you really had it comingquot;
De-rail the counselors
of their self-pleasure
to a bleak hot end.
Hear screams of joy
from the upward skies.
Listen for clocks
ticking lettered scales,
wait for the scream of impudence,
tell that to the one that you hold dear.
Take me away,
from this house of colored personalities.
Watch bodies freeze into a place
that shows them for their true personality's color,
and blink when life flashes ...
This world has been execrated; my world of more than ours. We sing to open hearts; these hearts of falling stars. So dance with me. I promise I'll set you free of this pall. Have you ever kissed a pair of electric lips? Imperfect obsessions...
And from the office room my heart is breaking from within neon walls.
And from the living room the heart it breaks, and drips, drops, falls.
And for the orphan whose little black shoes leave tracks, teeth scars and ultra-violet skin.
I watch this conversation erupt into this hall:
Oh come now, I'd tell you,
if my broken heart can stand this.
What could this mean?
What this could mean is, darli...
Do you remember what we once were in our youth?
A pair of souls that had not ever once been used.
Do you recall when we said life would never end?
And now that time is gone, into you I descend.
Do you miss me,
miss me at all?
by rulers and by straws,
and after five years
I heard your face smile
and now I wonder,
do you miss me?
So many days have passed, turned minutes into hours,
This threatening white will open up grey. It paints a pretty stain. Into a new day. This defined blackness will color my face. Into a pretty color until its all gone. Hey, Hey, Hey I want you do define my kiss. Till the doors open, and my face will not recommend a new depth.
I'd let the pink come all over me, Until I see all my eyes can see, and then you call me by my first name. And then you realize that you are ashamed of me, as you sing. Pink eyes don't let this ever die.
I, I have been, and I am. I am now recycled.
You, you had been, what I thought. Was it something beautiful?
Fall, fall for me. As I did once for you on that clear night.
Fake, just for once, just a kiss. Paint it on my lips.
And I'll sing you a song. And I hope, you enjoy my voice.
And you'll be brought to tears, just as I was that night.
Love, out of reach, you were gone, and you are now not ...
A cancerous spouse.
Drop this house,
watch the pink flamingo dance.
Gagged and boiled.
Under loves toil,
dance together, breed some romance.
Chairs, vacant walls mistaken
for the blue hearts sewed cuts and tears.
Faded blouses, painted mice,
fake the pain they had to pay for.
I walk alone,
waiting for your eye to appear.
The warmth of an orange night.
The c***atoos sing to us.
La la la la...
The door opens into a new found face.
The doctor shrugs saying,
quot;It can be replaced.quot;
A woman sighs and asks for a quick reply.
quot;You're moving on to a step
where everything is an excuse.quot;
symmetry will not be disguised.
Fake the funeral
so no one else knows
that this is pure fiction,
let reality de-compose.
Feel the break in the sand
as you exit the room.