I dont wanna hang around
with isolation
no heart, no soul
I broke bad
she's lost control
now my stash has dwindled
no more unknown pleasures
so now I'm choking
on all this atmosphere
epileptic fits of depression
an ideal for living
record repeats and skips
I'm swinging away
new dawn fades
closer, closer
closure, shadowplays
with my mind
it has torn me apart
much like love and drugs
a means to an end
dead souls in glass
the interzone, insight
warsaw substance
my neck is stiff
failures haunt my dreams
disorder
on the day of the lords,
a novelty
transmission passover
I remember nothing
(see how many Joy Division refs u can find, Answers Located in the Back)
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