Singles

Munchausen by Proxy

you blow my mind away, every day
I am the uncanny valley boy
nimble and perplexing
no liver, no lungs
I’m lurking in the garret
the stairway, the hall
I think you’ve heard this story before

I’m coming home, always coming back
to the disco that they call «Munchausen by Proxy»
they made me like this
a company of strangers
a surrogate kiss for something that you cannot obtain

here I am going up around the bend
tick tock
in the pit, the pendulum is running my heart and my naked limbs
chop chop
it’s the birth of Manikin
by the Pavlovian hounds of love I kissed a castrated suffragette
I can’t believe it would come to this my love
oh God, I’m a mated marionette
so here I am going up around the bend
I can hear the pendulum
it’s running my heart and my naked limbs
it’s the way the rhythm runs the world

one of us, one of us, one of a kind
baby, can you hear me?
are you really one of us, one of us, one of a kind?
baby, can you hear me?

Pretty Eyes, Pretty Eyes

What is the color of your imagination?
What is the substance of your jilted soul?
Don’t say!
I don’t want to know
Don’t tell!
I don’t want you to grow on me
I’ve told you once that some things are just better
Better left unsaid
Better
Better left unsaid

What is the purpose of your isolation?
What are you thinking when there’s no one there?
Don’t say!
I don’t want to know
Don’t tell!
I don’t want you to grow on me
I’ve told you once that some things are just better
Better left unsaid
Better
Better left unsaid

If you were tangible down to the core,
I would never consider you pretty
Cause your vernal features would look predetermined,
I hear the palaver of pity
Tell me who are you to justify your aging arrogance
I wasn’t like this all my life, you know,
I showed interest in other people
I was born with a curious mind just like yours,
now I’m tired, I want to sleep
Cause I miss the soothing tranquilizing bliss of ignorance

So what is the color of your imagination?
Jilted soul.

Euthanasia Rollercoaster

Yesterday you told me aout a place where everybody is happy all the time
Far away above the pines, they’re dressed up to the nines
The purple carriages are levitated up from the ground into the sky
People are crying so cheerfully
They know they are going to die

Say goodbye to the girl with the prosthetic hands in the backseat
Waving to the beat of the band
Say goodbye to grandpa in his iron lung
Feel the magic of the merry-go-round
Say goodbye to Mr. Anaesthetic and his friends
To the paraplegic and molested men
Pulled up into the stratosphere
It’s a one way ticket to ride
A one way ticket to ride

Yesterday we talked about the stars
And then you told me that there ain’t no cure for life
But far away on the other side
Silence has no price
When all the carriages are levitated up from the ground into the sky
People are crying so cheerfully
They know theyre going to die

In the euthanasia rollercoaster
Buckle up and watch the roasting jack of hearts
In spiralling rotation
Say goodbye to the world fading to the beat of the band!