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Broken free...almost Prettier than that butterfly i watch you head off through this night sky The thought of you lingers like the smoke that's drifting from my fingers While I sit, i see, there's a tree outside my room My face reflected in the pain of this moon Outside the cold rain cleanses my soul, Whole, the distance between the rooms of my thoughts of us all Sitting in that room sometimes i get to thinking about myself Love, where does it come from? For days on end i would plead to the moon Where can i find someone to strip my flesh back bare to where the word begins, Strip my flesh back bare to the wind that violates my skin Washing away, under the sun, I vanish in the street heat Melting on tar, lost in a wave of cut-throat urban values Looking for some, getting too few, breathing fumes and pipe-dreams Sliding, Holding... We're up to our necks in it We're up to our necks in it Walking the streets of this big shitty gritty city On a day when i feel like I'm living too close to the big electric light bulb in the sky Shy, the rats with wings mingle about my feet When i come to meet a man, a forsaken man He is alone, he has no home, no family here SongtexteNo brother, no mother, no sister, no other He cries to me, he is tired Where does he send his message? To what, to whom, to why, to where does he send it? What force is going to mend it? If we wished we could help this man and our backs would not break But hypocrisy only leaves us constantly bended He wishes to end it The progress that eats the soul of the past Demolished, lost and rebuilt Dehumanised, regimented When nine-to-five's the doctrine Give me the sky red behind the grey Buildings framed in a sunset I'm Sliding, holding x2 We're up to our necks in it We're up to our necks in it Aus Songtexte Mania