The booklet for HONY says, without new paragraphs or anything, but I'll take my liberties:
"When the smaller picture's the same as the bigger picture you know that you're fucked. When you're trading paper cuts for splinters you're out of luck, like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you. The architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised.
***And it hits as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest. Sweet dreams; sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow.
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over and the buildings ornate but its lacking in soul and character. We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits, playing feedback over tannoy systems. You look desperate, you look pathetic.
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We've paid off the judges and we're taking advantage, pleading our defence in binary and smiley apology montage. Like dignity is equal to desperation and self-effacement. We're holding on to our own grandeur with careful compliment placement.
One blink for yes. Two blinks for no. Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone."
The booklet for HONY says, without new paragraphs or anything, but I'll take my liberties:
"When the smaller picture's the same as the bigger picture you know that you're fucked. When you're trading paper cuts for splinters you're out of luck, like sharks don't sleep and I don't take my eyes off you. The architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ruddy and bruised.
***And it hits as hard as a blow to the head or a smash to the skull or a knee to your chest. Sweet dreams; sweet cheeks, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow.
All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over and the buildings ornate but its lacking in soul and character. We're burning five story buildings laying man traps at the fire exits, playing feedback over tannoy systems. You look desperate, you look pathetic. / We've paid off the judges and we're taking advantage, pleading our defence in binary and smiley apology montage. Like dignity is equal to desperation and self-effacement. We're holding on to our own grandeur with careful compliment placement.
One blink for yes. Two blinks for no. Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks, we leave alone."