Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
For the first time in my life, I'm breathing
Incubator free, veins collapsed the IV
I feel so alive
Let's drown in perfection tonight.
My enemy, we've walked these streets.
The concrete is the same, buildings still haven't changed
Our feet are just different
Let's scream in adoration tonight.
I dream on green eyes
You sleep on brown.
So we spent some time in both our prisons
Hopefully but hopelessly been working on keys that never fitted
I want you to know.
I'm swimming criminal
But the water's cold, silhouettes of a sinking ship make the waves worth being alone
Crash me back home.
We've been in the van Tennessee bound
I know where we're going there's no turning around.
If I'm lost where was I found?
Amazing grace how sweet the sound...
Of your voice on turntables tearing the speaker's cheek.
I speak reggae tounges but I'm breaking a heart beat.
If you let me let me down slow
After the ground there's no place to go.
Since we move in movie script
Picture frames and moisture prints
Vowel sounds through elegance
I really really like it
Now if you please tell me that you want me to go.
There's just one thing.
I still got a question like "why you still look so good when your veil covers your face?"
For the first time in my life, I'm breathing
Incubator free, veins collapsed the IV
I feel so alive
Let's drown in perfection tonight.
My enemy, we've walked these streets.
The concrete is the same, buildings still haven't changed
Our feet are just different
Let's scream in adoration tonight.
If great art is a war
Drape ourselves in kevlar
Breaching the scars of past casualties.
We're bleeding Atlantic.
(Medic) called mass from Carolina
Said "I still haven't found the same chord I've played before."
This wears so elaborate
A smile stitched to fabric
Audience applaud once more.
When you play my heartstrings
Vibrate through and well
The orchestrations dead
The composition lives and it's sure to sell.
Break me with winter
Melt me down with a silence
A conversation killed the windswept sails of your eyelashes.
You rock me steady
The synthesis was sure to tell.
Since we move in sticky hips, dirty hair and glossy lips
Turbulence through elegance
I really really miss it
Now if you please tell me how fast or how slow
There's just one thing.
I still got a question like "Why?"
Incubator free, veins collapsed the IV
I feel so alive
Let's drown in perfection tonight.
My enemy, we've walked these streets.
The concrete is the same, buildings still haven't changed
Our feet are just different
Let's scream in adoration tonight.
I dream on green eyes
You sleep on brown.
So we spent some time in both our prisons
Hopefully but hopelessly been working on keys that never fitted
I want you to know.
I'm swimming criminal
But the water's cold, silhouettes of a sinking ship make the waves worth being alone
Crash me back home.
We've been in the van Tennessee bound
I know where we're going there's no turning around.
If I'm lost where was I found?
Amazing grace how sweet the sound...
Of your voice on turntables tearing the speaker's cheek.
I speak reggae tounges but I'm breaking a heart beat.
If you let me let me down slow
After the ground there's no place to go.
Since we move in movie script
Picture frames and moisture prints
Vowel sounds through elegance
I really really like it
Now if you please tell me that you want me to go.
There's just one thing.
I still got a question like "why you still look so good when your veil covers your face?"
For the first time in my life, I'm breathing
Incubator free, veins collapsed the IV
I feel so alive
Let's drown in perfection tonight.
My enemy, we've walked these streets.
The concrete is the same, buildings still haven't changed
Our feet are just different
Let's scream in adoration tonight.
If great art is a war
Drape ourselves in kevlar
Breaching the scars of past casualties.
We're bleeding Atlantic.
(Medic) called mass from Carolina
Said "I still haven't found the same chord I've played before."
This wears so elaborate
A smile stitched to fabric
Audience applaud once more.
When you play my heartstrings
Vibrate through and well
The orchestrations dead
The composition lives and it's sure to sell.
Break me with winter
Melt me down with a silence
A conversation killed the windswept sails of your eyelashes.
You rock me steady
The synthesis was sure to tell.
Since we move in sticky hips, dirty hair and glossy lips
Turbulence through elegance
I really really miss it
Now if you please tell me how fast or how slow
There's just one thing.
I still got a question like "Why?"
Lyrics submitted by JBrands
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i love this osng so much.
for the first time in my life..im breathing! incubator free...veins collapes the IV
i feel...so. ALIVE
omfg.