British Theatre
ID Parade on Ice
Sit down, be the tormenterMake all of us dance to songs cynical in toneMy devil may careDance to the starting gunThe sentiment carved in stoneWish it awayWhat intimidatesSo call me outAnd insist this is a cold magisterial charadeA pornographic paid displayI'm glad to fake itI'm glad to fake it for our sakeHands feel no moreThaw me outAnswer no moreThaw me outOur engine's thriving on ketamine and mogadonCut ear to earCut ear to earOur engine's thriving on violence and bleeding tonguesLet's bite awayLet's bite our way outSongtexteSo call me outAnd insist this is a cold magisterial charadeA pornographic paid displayWell I tried to fake itI tried to fake it forI tried to fake it for your sakeYour new leaf's belatedReturn the friendly fireFoot to the floorCount me outI feel no moreCount me outHead on the doorCount me outGod help me thawCount me out
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