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1. |
| 4:50 | ||||
Fools desire the things forbidden us…
of this rule we are all prisoners in the empire of the senses… in the empire of the senses… Is there life beyond the curtain? All these things are so uncertain… in the empire of the senses, in the empire of the senses… Break the rule of outside stimulus… Storm the gates and free the prisoner… from the empire of the senses, from the empire of the senses… |
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2. |
| 3:54 | ||||
3. |
| 1:37 | ||||
4. |
| 5:29 | ||||
I've been walking in the rain,
I've been swimming through the air again, I've been floating in the blue, I've been coming to my own rescue… I take another brief dip in the indifference of fools, I see a whole new me, I see a whole new you… I've been glowing in the dark… I've been fooling with a naked flame… I've been quoting this and that, I've been talking in my sleep again… Is this the nature of the beast? Am I the creature you pursue? Is this the general release or just a private view…? I've been spinning like a top, I've been changing my tune, I've been skating on thin ice, I've been making heaven's rendezvous… I've been thinking about me and you… I've been thinking about me, I've been thinking about me and you… I take another brief dip in the indifference of fools… I see a whole new me, I see a whole new you… Is this the nature of the beast? Am I the creature you pursue? Is this the general release or just a private view…? |
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5. |
| 3:34 | ||||
Curtains are closing
over my windows, waiting for someone who knows where the time goes… This time it's working, bodies uncover… Every moment belongs to another… Here without warning, the end of my tether… I watch from the doorway, some things take forever… Curtains are closing over my windows, waiting for someone who knows where the time goes… This time it's working, bodies uncover… Every moment belongs to another… Eros arriving… |
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6. |
| 2:25 | ||||
7. |
| 3:29 | ||||
Parked on the edge of another cool moment
listening to the different frequencies shift… shift… I place my head in your hands as an act of atonement for the things I did to your perfect posture… Flesh Body of a boy, mind of a monster A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, Flesh The will to resist her has turned to water Rivers of lust are her systems of torture. |
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8. |
| 4:41 | ||||
He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of my design,
clinging to each other through each moment of their crime, young boys, would-be-angels hanging naked from the sky, time delays reaction, captured falling, do or die… In the realms of flesh and bone beyond the spiral city, people dance on broken glass to rhythms of self-pity, time reveals as shape on film each act of heroism, death defies the camera eye and steals the gift of vision He and sleep were brothers in a tomb of their invention driving cars that shift no gears across the maps of heaven, colours cut and clash and flare and come into collision, certain forms of fear provide this cure for hypnotism… |
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9. |
| 3:37 | ||||
10. |
| 4:54 | ||||
Flaming desire, flaming desire,
open your heart to my flaming desire, love turns to lust, ice into fire, open your heart to my flaming desire… How quickly, how quickly desire returns, I open your hand and the weapon still burns, hold me and turn me in circles again, dance in the space between pleasure and pain. Flaming desire, flaming desire, open your heart to my flaming desire, love turns to lust, ice into fire, open your heart to my flaming desire… Sea creature/sex creature, woman in love, a slip of the tongue or the hand in the glove, kiss me and wound me again and again, faster than beauty our beast is unchained… Flaming desire, flaming desire, open your heart to my flaming desire. Love turns to lust, ice into fire, open your heart to my flaming desire… |
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11. |
| 2:13 | ||||
12. |
| 3:20 | ||||
13. |
| 2:02 | ||||
14. |
| 6:43 | ||||
I am the october man,
I dream of many things, this is my desire… This melancholia, this lure of golden wings, isolation… I am the october man, I live for no-one, this is my damnation… I dream of many things, the rape of angels, transformation… This odour of desire, these fumes of funeral fire, this is my celebration. I am the october man, I dream of many things, this is my desire… |
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15. |
| 4:27 | ||||
I was watching someone from a window you were still undressing in the hall someone threw my shadow on the staircase these days nothing worries me at all
I must pay attention to the haunting in my heat this is not the time for self control I still hear the echoes of the words I never said this is not the time for self control You were holding on to your position I was holding on to your surprise lucky that we wore protective clothing could this be a blessing in disguise.. I must pay attention to the haunting in my heat this is not the time for self control I still hear the echoes of the words I never said this is not the time for self control I was moving through your hair with kisses you were breathing air into my spine someone flew a jet plane past my window judge this moment by a trial of time Every night I dream of new disasters women walking naked through my head is this one more symptom of my passion strange how passion fills an empty bed.... I must pay attention to my head........... |
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16. |
| 3:35 | ||||
17. |
| 3:10 | ||||