Affe

Ich blute Wahnsinn.

Ich bin der Wahnsinn.

Ich bin der Wahnsinn, dass euch Angst!

Ich bin Vernunft in einer verrückten Land.

Und sie sagen:

Tanz Affe, tanz Affe, tanz.

Tanzen wild, tanzen wild, tanz.

Tanzen geil, tanzen geil, tanz,

Tanz Affe, tanz Affe, tanz.

Und sie sagen:

Wir werden eins sein

Wir werden glucklich sein

Wir werden eins sein

Wir werden zusammen sein

Und sie sagen:

Tanzen für uns, Affen

Tanzen für uns, Affen

Tanzen für uns, Affen

schönen Affe.

Und sie sagen:

Du bist so amüsant, Affechen

Ich bin ihr kleiner Affe

Und ich werde zu tänze

Und ich werde zu tänze

Ich tanze!

Smoke

I built a house out of smoke and haze

I showed her my love, and she said it was a phase

I built an empire on ego and empty promises

I swallowed her eyes so she'd stay ageless

Mechanized and still unsure

I cut my way through the field of bodies

Sterilized and still impure

I dig deeper until the gore is up to my knees

I built a hovel out of love and peace

I showed her my hate and she knew it'd decrease

I built a wasteland out of kindness and freedom

I turned her breast into my stiffened battle-drum

Tall

If I was tall enough so that I could touch the sky

Then I wouldn't have to see you

If I was tall enough to stand ankle-deep in the ocean

Then I wouldn't have to hear you

If I was big enough to hold the earth in my palm

Then I wouldn't care what you saw when you looked at me

If I was big enough to cross the galaxy in a half-step

Then I wouldn't care what you say about me

But I am not that tall

And I am not that big

I am just so small.

Slip

I was the bullet and the gun
I am the man who can't confess

I was the boy crying on the run
I am the lonely girl in the pink dress

I see those eyes, those dark bleak starry things

They're catching and dragging me down down

You see my skin, this slick scaly worn out thing
I see these eyes in a mirror, the hollow dead things

I see you light up when you laugh, and my light goes out

You're feeling around my chest, the skin bulging up and sliding

You see my hair, it's blowing around in the wind, it fills you with doubt

I see this light, it drains slowly, staining the floor, now comes the drought