Furor

Worship me
And forgive me
Torture me
The pain’s cleansing

Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I’ll often die

Torment me
And forget me
Posturing is painstaking

Shapes going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I wonder why

As he goes home he knows a little less inside (hold on it’s almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (hold on it’s almost over)

We’ve come forever (it’s all around and up and down)
And our hate’s on a road
Bending and bending and bending over

As he goes home he knows a little less inside (hold on it’s almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (hold on it’s almost over)

When all your hopes and dreams, they flutter
Flicker between the Moon and Sun
To trust is inadvertently painstaking
But it’s a must to endure this plight for ecstasy
Why must everything complicate when all we want is to procrastinate?
Waiting, praying, decaying, dying

I feel about all this romance… I feel slave

Gone

Shun the whore
He’s shown me more
Sex and drugs, but I feel nothing

Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I’ll often die

As he goes home he knows a little less inside (hold on it’s almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (hold on it’s almost over)

Shut up