Junkie Xl

I used to crystal up my dreams as a teen in my bedroom scene,
Playin' the poser,
(...)
Fanatic like l.a. locusts (?),
My quest,
Tempestious,
Euphonimous,
Plannin' bombing scipts,
Turnin' the chips,
Flex statuesque,
Make record sales spread around like acne,
Takin' over like the hover
Uncanny abilities rocking you whigpiece,
Days of playing air guitar,
Now your staring so far,
At crowds,
Open and scoping to a superstar.

Chorus:
Built me up to destroy again,
You healed me once from the void again,
Beyond limits is my action radius
Need your love to feel the poise and stand

Between scylia and charybdis,
Boredom versus debris,
Daily routines make moods vary like parkingmeters,
Feeling hollow like empty bottles,
In pieces like jigsaw puzzles,
Lack of purpose,
Like winos in disillusionment guzzle,
When problems operate like vortex on brain cortex,
Music could be more sex than porno flicks with chicks can pack,
Discontinuity,
Audience see is attraction like a magnet to mic and amp it,
Constantly...

(chorus)

...hey hello...

Last city with the baddest ditties got the crowds giddy,
This kitty got with me,
Swivvy and drippy,
At the after party,
In any land i'm getting more grace than presley,
From legions bigger than hooligans from chelsea,
My voice is considered golden like my dame shirley bassey,
My doses attack like tuberculosis from here to tallahssee,
Adrenaline got me spinning in bed reminiscin' at the marriot,
Never end the night period.

See a glimpse inside the pool, it's hollow,
Come to know a time when he will haunt you.
Snapping at my heals made me live,
Someone take me back to the angel realm, today.

Each step I take the shadows grow longer,
Padded footfalls in the dark I wander.
Come to steal your lifeblood away,
Looking for a beauty that never fades.

Life is hard,
life is short,
pained by law,
like Billy Club.
Scatter, scram,
here's the man,
laws to bend that
hurt like hell.
Zig zag,
check attack,
the joke is back and
hurts like hell.
Hear the call,
run and fall,
taking tolls, that
hurt like hell.
Scatter, scram,
here's the man,
laws to bend that
hurt like hell.
Cautious,
ambitious,
when the richest max to the fullest.
Be the coolest,
Mr. Nuisance.
Motor cruisin',
limo usin',
tax rate abusin',
counterfeit usin',
snake attack,
imposter,
"dealin' with the roster".
Two face
Harvey Dent
cointosser
gets the hunger
with the sensation monger
Guess who stays younger?

Fading out
Holding on the innocent weep
Luck's run out
Left this hole inside of me

Crying out
Screaming down as the echoes within
The cat is out
No more secrets left to keep

The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun
One by one the moment has come
The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun
And waived goodbye to love again

Staring down
Tears roll down and land at your feet
Broken clouds
A canvas torn for all to see

The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun
One by one the moment has come
The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun
And waived goodbye to love again

The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun
One by one the moment has come
The feeling's gone, we've swallowed the sun
And waived goodbye to love again

Fading out
Holding on

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Rages in the city
Saturday night
Take your chance
Boy, do or die
Cuz tomorrow comes
And nothing feels the same
Take your chance
Fool's paradise

Used to be a friend of mine
It's a crusher
Gonna crush ya
I'll just crush ya

No need for confetti bombs or fallus symbols,
to be obnoxious,
outrageous,
but the sound will be very contagious,
like nuclear "fallout" radius.
No need for bands with tight "spandex",
"macho flex",
high voices from larynx,
tight jockstraps
stuffed with socks and walnuts to show sex,
but plain obscure "high-tec"!
Junkie XL will tell
the future in computer hell.
No slacker trendy attitudes
or "boys" that play rude,
or smokers of "SEZ" and weed
to be hardcore with fatigues,
let the perpetrator weep,
that it's the junkie beats that grim reap!
And shuffle the feet,
but all to sleep
in front of their "MTV screen sweep",
yes lost souls are deep
in their trash-cash middle-class heap.