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      Bend My Body Armour The Last Wave The Colosseum Crash Choke Scandinavian Bellydance - A Split Second The Heat (legs akimbo) Mambo Witch From the Inside Arsenic on the Rocks Colonial Discharge - A Split Second Taste (The Suburban Whiplash) The Bellydance Stringdance Tear Your Rhythm Down  | 
    
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Ripping skin and crushing bones
    Head-on collision of shallow cheek bones
    Feel the beat creep into your bones
    The putrefecation of another night...
    alone
    
    Muscles contacted in atrocity posture
    Breakdown in a fractured smile
    Bite the carpet, bite the dust
    Crawl through shit on the brink of lust
    
    Bend my body armour
    Bend my body armour
    Bend my body armour
    Tear it apart
    
    Bend my body armour
    Take from the start
    Bend my body armour
    Tear it apart
    
    Abdominal brainwaves closing in
    Turn it over, give it a spin
    No more sorrow, no more pain
    No tomorrow
    Never again, and
    Bend my body armour...
    
    Scratch my back and I'll scratch yours
    Duet in collision course
    Lick the boots that kick your ass
    Watch it from the looking glass
    
    No more love and no more hate
    No more feelings,
    Never again, and
    
    Bend my body armour...
Two statues in the dark
    frozen in time
    waiting for the list to blow
    waiting for the hate to show
    Cutting of the claw that tears your velvet skin
    Skin the feet that trod the petals of the flower in my arms
    I hear you, feel you, breath, live you
    Fight hell to hold you
'No more human sacrifice' she said
    I'll just have a dry martini
    Just let me put my underwear in your computer
    And we'll have lots of software babies
    
    Two minutes before she stopped her train of thoughts,
    She realised she was at the wrong station
    She had another taxi for breakfast on
    and started breathing out exhaust fumes
    and drinking diesel oil
    
    Zulu tribes roaring with exhilarated laughter at Victoria station
    Civilisation is not my cup of tea
    Even the dogs ain't free
    Suburban gladiators in shoplifter's battle dress
    turning Brussels into a monument of excremental architecture
    Weltschmerzzz
    Herbert Von Karajan am steuerknuppel seines
    Sportflugzeuges
    überall werden die Leistungen dieses Mannes als
    Triumphe gefeiert
    
    It takes a man wearing blue jeans
    to eat a whole can of jellybeans
Break down, turn it around
    Hear the sound of laceration
    The suffocating devastating roaring of crowds
    Dealing with the same vile people, same old bores
    Get your head caught in revolving doors
    
    Perfume, make-up
    it's a joke
    Crucifixion in stiletto heels
    Muscles and conversation,
    it's a joke
    Hatred forges nerves of steel
    
    Choke the days and drown the nights
    
    Taking off the city harness
    Throw up in the kitchen sink
    Cut while shaving, smashed the mirror
    Longing for another drink
    Strange surrounds always drive me up the fire escape
Waking up, going to pieces
    Tearing plaster off the walls
    Flames licking at the edge of your feat
    Grinding nails and flashing teeth
    Over the edge again
    Legs akimbo
    
    Just watch me, touch me
    Stroking skin
    No deviation, slide it in
    Twisting and entangling
    Entangling your limbs
    Twisting and entangling
    Entangling your limbs
    Burning the veils of deceit before your eyes
    Legs akimbo
    
    Heat...oh
    
    Steaming hours passing by and
    drowning in your sweat
    A flick of the wrist and a blow of the tongue
    warm, soft and wet
    Twisting and entangling
    Entangling your limbs
    Twisting and entangling
    Entangling your limbs
    Violently draining the current from our veins
    legs akimbo!
A startling sense of dislocation
    Pushed away by voodoo crap
    Spill your poison somewhere else
    Can't shake the needles from your back
    
    Guns and Chains, emotional drains
    Cutting it down to size
    Captured by the hindu curse
    that hold your mesmerized
    
    Slice my throat, stilleto knife
    to keep my burning hope alive
    the long black hair that smells the incense
    turns to vipers in my mind
    
    You foul the pyramids with your presence
    Holding in your tiny claws
    The shakes that feed the witch with venom
    Too late, no time to withdraw
    
    Mambo Witch
    
    Sound of torture and mocal exhaustion
    Barely concealed by telephone wires
    
    Heal the wounds and lick the scars
    Screw up your eyes to read your stars
    She is free, I am ice
    Bound to burn at any price
    
    Mambo witch
Against the crushing faith of boredom
    Your feelings of indifference unite
    The classic hero of your dreams
    A lillywash effigy
    
    China white, China blue, time is closing in on you
    
    Blue eyed frenzy with a softness like worlds that collide
    This soothing madness should keep me from going blind
    
    Your name burns a hole in the spot where my mind used to be
    
    Let me crash
    Let me burn like a flare
    Don't try to face me
    Let all of this erase me
    Every single moment
    Sucking time from my veins
    
    But still I'm taking in from the inside
    Still I'm breathing nitroglycerine
    Taking in from the inside
    The primitive taste of what I could have been
    
    Still I ache from the inside
Supper time is over for the cannibal tribes
    Slice me now
    Plastic faces in a meltdown room
    Chatter, chatter...
    the glowing of the faces in the acid light
    Slice me now
    Bend my body, stretch my mind
    Trying to be of your kind
    
    Wash away the emptiness
    and swallow me, swallow me
    the venom of a hundred thousand snakes
    exasperation tears me down
    Slice me now
    Digging a hole for another conscience
    And swallow me, swallow me, all of me
    Wash away the emptiness and burn it up, burn it up
    
    ... and now we explode
    Hate incinerating in the acid rain
    Drinking boredom, smoking pain
    Slipping from my fingers
    it's a passionate crime
    closer to your image
    A clearsing shrine
    
    Moisture on the cutlecy, the taste of our decline
    No way to stop me breathing now,
    The rhythm makes you mine
    Gazing down the abyss, there's no sense in going on
    Arsenic on either side
    Just let me turn to stone