Lyrics

In the model view controller
Life’s divided, organized
It’s easy to see your thoughts
pulled from a database

Illusion of entrapment equals doom.

Misinformed and confused
I’m given options I think I choose
The glow of what I can view
is worshiped as truth
I’m doomed
Let’s ride

Meanwhile...

The lady on the TV's singing how much she loves him as if she means it
Dramatic slow-mo Turkish guy is clenching his fists to show he feels it
Everything's emotional and serious
Everything's emotional and serious
You buy what you eye and try to model your style off the afterlife.

I’m only gonna dance if I have heard of this song because I can’t feel it
I’m only gonna dance if I have heard of this song because I can’t feel it
Give them all an anthem to believe in
Give them all an anthem to believe in
The repetitious Sisyphus is looping the hits in the afterlife.

I’m looking around, I'm thinking about it
I’m breaking it down, I’m waiting for cues
They’re dancing around, I’m thinking about it
Stop… ok!

Here’s another four dudes in a rawk band
Here’s another love song for your right hand
The repetitious Sisyphus is looping the hits in the afterlife.

I’m only gonna dance if I’ve heard of this song before.
I’m only gonna dance if I’ve heard of this song before.
Singing messiahs
Pensive objection
Faces are gazing
in random directions
I’m waiting for the day when we can make our escape out of the afterlife.

I’m looking around, I'm thinking about it
I’m breaking it down, I’m waiting for cues
They’re dancing around, I’m thinking about it
Stop.

Down in a crypt my life depicts
All the gloom and macabre in a Karloff flick.
The gray malaise has spent all its days
And now it’s time for something that will raze this phase.

Down in a crypt my love gets stripped
Under the sex and the ground where the rhythm’s kept.
The raw, untamed, incandescent profane
Lose control of their soul in this arcane domain.

Down in the shit, the nit and the grit
Where moving like a human means you dance a bit,
The epidermis sweats and the heart’s divine
While shaking to a Belgrade bomb in common time.

Cyrillic skeleton dance
Cyrillic skeleton trance
I cannot speak your language but I know know know that I’m home.

Don’t get angry
Don’t get sad
Just behave

Not an exit
Vanilla future
Lost decade
Changed overnight
A different body
A deeper meaning
The sun is rising
The brain is haunted still

Because take the long way backwards
Going up to go down
Straight on the path goes around around around around
till there’s no path, only ground
Feed on sense of escape
Feed on sense of escape
One dead end leads to another
One dead end leads to another
Call it confusion
Or call it movement

Premonition
False alarms
Same sidewalks
No longer friends
Exhaust all options
Recurring dream
A laundry list of
Threats and promises

So take the long way backwards
Going up to go down
Straight on the path goes around around around around
till there’s no path, only ground
Get away from the news
Get away from the news
One dead end leads to another
One dead end leads to another
Call it confusion
Or call it movement

So take the long way backwards
Going up to go down
Take the long way backwards
Going up to go down
Feed on sense of escape
Feed on sense of escape
One dead end leads to another
One dead end leads to another

A myriad of thoughts go rummaging through my brain
Saying “What are you doing? What are you doing?”
I’m tired of being so nice when the norms don’t do the same.
What am I doing? What am I doing?
The feelings in my heart are trying to move my legs
But get tangled every time and just end up in my head.
Hey Miss, you alright? Hey girl you alright?
Then what are you doing? What are you doing?
Dramatic pause.
Spotlighting.
Produce aisle.
I asked you a question.

“I’m. Trying. To walk. Right out the door.”

I can be the man that holds your pretty little hand
They’ll say, “What are you doing?? What do you think you’re doing??
You’re just a stupid girl who’s confused, don’t understand.
So then what are you doing??  What are you doing??”
Hesitant pause.
Empty stare.
Cereal aisle.
Is anyone in there?

Gone... right out the door.

How many brain cells?  Don’t need to think about it.
The perfect galaxy?  Don’t need to think about it.
Most vivid color?  Don’t need to think about it.
I’ll write a think piece!  Don’t need to think about it.

I’m gonna check you out.
I’m gonna check you out.
I’m gonna check you out.
I’m wanna check you out out out out alright.

The king has spoken: everything that you're doing is wrong
Don’t feel the notion of emotion that is there in the song
Your UV needle zigzag noise marathon
Ain't at the forefront of cool junk that I’ve hit upon
The hypocritics come out, don’t need to think about it
Your punk offends me somehow, don't need to think about it
Circle jerk scene appends all the trends and then
Pretends to know their value even though the value offends.

How many major chords?  Don’t need to think about it.
Rows in my database?  Don’t need to think about it.
What’s in a masterpiece?  Don’t need to think about it.
I’ll square the circle!  Don’t need to think about it.

Help me
I’m stuck inside this airport
My friends are ghosts

Sundays
Bones grinding slowly to a halt
Job’s a mess

Traffic
There's lightning caught inside this jar
No escape from the doom

The girl in the magazine has it all.
Beaches and French cuisine, vomit sprawl.
We wish you all the luck on your journey.

Meanwhile
A feeling something’s gone awry
Self esteem dream

No time
The city breathes another sigh
Letting go

Cornered
I’ve been living like wallpaper
Things have changed for the strange

The girl in the magazine has it all.
I’m sorry if this is mean: won’t miss you all.
We wish you all the luck on your journey.
Have a nice day.

I got a brand new crush
An exciting new conquest
I got a brand new crush
A man who reads his Hermann Hesse
While sipping tea to X-Ray Spex.

I got a brand new crush
He’s completely erudite
I creep the colors on his lips
for a fix when the thought of him inflicts
I emulate his finger tips
and dream he’ll be my little bitch someday

I got a brand new crush!
I know I’ve said it all before
You leggy girls are all the same
Pretty tame, your pretty makeup’s pretty lame
I’m a rabid walking fantasy
I came to kill before I leave.
I shaved my legs for this.

Throw him around like a little doll
in a clash of dress up gender roles
He can be my beauty queen
Never heard but always seen
Never heard but just obscene

I got a brand new crush
I’m gonna check him out
Riding shotgun in a stare
Like a deer, love sux if he’s not here
There’s eye candy everywhere
but honestly I just don’t care because

I got a brand new crush!
The feeling keeps me up at night
You bitchy girls are all the same
Pretty tame, your pretty makeup’s pretty lame
I’m a rabid walking fantasy
I came to kill before I leave.
I shaved my legs for this.

Throw him around like a little doll
in a clash of dress up gender roles
He can be my beauty queen
Never heard but always seen
Never heard but just obscene

I got a brand new crush
I got a brand new crush
I got a brand new crush
I got a brand new crush
I’m dangerous, I’m assertive, I will cut you, let me tell you, let me tell you all about my my my my my brand new crush!

Motorcycle helmet
Number 7 on each side
Bullets hitting hand rails
Drifting through red lights
The villain’s got an eye patch
A skull for the clutch
Overused tropes give away the scene
as they smash through some glass carried across the street.
But I am not your cliche.

Technicolor menace
Ramming like a porno
Detour through the market
Punch the goon through the window
Break through the gate to the flood canal
Make the escape when the plot’s run out
Why do you hear these scenes and then
assume the roles are played by men?
Because that is the real cliche.

The words on your tongue make a heartbeat run amok
and every single night I'm fighting from inside a shadow
that’s moving like a ghost down in between your walls and alleys
and tapering at the end the moment's gone gone gone.

You're angry because this isn't what you want.
The boring city people are a haunt.
How many more lives have you got?
I can't say I know.

A bitter stream of thoughts are pouring out like leaky memories
in undulating hemorrhages of friendship miscarriages
or a giant big hand from the closet of the damned
that pulls you back pulls you back into a bad dream.

Girl on fire make my heart skip beats just like a stone
Girl on fire make my heart skip beats just like a stone
Obedient to chaos scared to pieces at the thought of left alone
Girl on fire like an old friend that's lost and gone for good
Girl on fire like a fantasy that's lost and gone for good

Girl made of metal, made of makeup, made of norms
Slip out the back door (somehow), girl confused and tangled like a storm
You see it now, you see it now, and then it's gone for good
You see her now, you see her now, and then she's gone for good
But the look, the feel— the girl was never really there at all.

Our heroine on the brink of revenge
The dust in her brow, landscape in her eyes
I’m not your toy, don't throw me around
Hand on her hips, still as the sun, menace stares at his gun

Bang bang bang not bad for a slut
Bang bang bang it's that time of the month
Bang bang bang girl keep your head up
Dance fucker dance because enough is enough

The man is a cat wearing blacker than black
Insidious words that are wearing a hat
Under your thumb, stuck in a trap
Bird's eye view, establishing shot, hand on her hips, the men are shocked

I'm tired of pretty girls around my man.
Pulling out her hair like I'm pulling up the weeds.
Wedding ring or not, wedding ring or not.
Let this be a warning to you all.

I'm tired of pretty girls around my man.
Don't think I don't know what you all are doing.
Another glass of wine, another glass of wine.
Don't think I don't know what you all are doing.
Your subtlety is rank, you pretentious little skanks
Let this be a lesson to you all.

I'm tired of pretty girls around my man.
Ich hab genug von schönen Mädls um meinen Mann.

Ich hab ein Mädl dem man gut gefallen kann.
Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut necken kann.
Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut lecken kann.
Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut schmecken kann.
Ich kenn ein Mädl das man frühstücken kann.
Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut verstecken kann.
Ich kenn ein Mädl das man gut bekleckern kann.

Das ist nicht möglich!
Du musst ein Ausländer sein!

Warum siehst du so gelangweilt aus?
Sicherheit schläft sanft dort zuhaus.

It's like a talking bat
An ominous sensation
Voices in the night
That bring me information
It's like a talking bat

Stare into its eyes and see exactly what is lurking in your soul.

It’s like an angry brick
Flying through the air
From the corner of your eye
Puts the windshield in your hair
It’s like a talking bat

Stare into these eyes girl
Tell us what you see
Take a good hard look, girl
Tell us what you see
It's like a talking bat

It's a little like a bomb
A feeling in your chest
A wild pack of dogs
Driving the U6
It's exactly like a bomb

Stare into its eyes and see exactly what is lurking in your soul.

Tight pants, cigarette hands, fashion faux show, contrapposto.
I’ve got a million dollar magazine mind from Milano.
I’ve got a million dollar magazine mind from Milano.

I want wanton walking under a face like a bulldozer that won’t stop talking.
I want to tell you something important but I really know nothing.
I want to tell you something interesting but I think you’re boring.

That bitch she stole my look.
I worked to bring it back.
I followed what I saw
But I don’t look like the ad.
Beauty is a deity I never can seem to please.

Gimme your sex!
Gimme your sex!
No sign of sex despite the slutty dress, why not?
I put the makeup on but my new identity is still shirking.
I’m going through the motions but the magic is not working.

Wear those clothes, break your back, give me looks.
Bite your tongue, buy new face, all better now.
Bin ich Frau? Bin ich Tier? Bin ich Biest?

Diese Heels steckten mich in eine Box, aber ich glaube, dass ich es so mag.
I'm having such a moment need to photograph myself on the sidewalk.
I'm serious and I’m candid because it's life and I think my life’s a catwalk.

Television says to be quiet and to wait wait wait
Television says I'll be lonely if I do it my way
Trying new things
Wear the new clothes
Sending signs, fireworks,
Everything but bomb threats
Heart bleeds so wet might need a tourniquet
How is it possible he never ever gets it??

Television says I'm not her and I'm probably to blame
I don't wanna be alone so better play along with the game
Dance with other girls
Puts me in the grave
Black eyes, true love
I could be his number one
Build myself up just to be let down
Go to the mirror cry cry cry cry now
Television says I'm not her and I'm probably to blame

I want for you to ask me to dance
I want for you to ask me to dance
It kills to watch and sit on my hands
I want for you to ask me to dance
I wore this dress for you and you haven't noticed me
I wore this dress for you and you haven't noticed me
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Something must be wrong
Wrong wrong wrong wrong