Lirieke: Front 242. Crushed.

Turning meMy conscience is calling meIt wants to shake the beastThe snake is twisting,My thoughts into needling extremitiesReaction breaks me into fractionsTaking all my energiesSeizing my extremitiesSo much that I cannot feel nowThis heavy heartHeart that I carryStill holds the weight of youAnd when I fallAs I always doI'm crushed by the absence of youPerfection is thereIn the expressionless stareA face that leaves no trace of wear and tearTrue beauty is coldLove and hate and human sexual natureThis power is sustained by endless violence and painA cycle I can't understandI'm tired of emotionsThey bare me with distortionsThey cut meScreaming "Fuck me"Wipe them all away nowLet them see through eyes made of stone