Woah, oh oh, oh I had a dream last night I didn't know which floor to get off on, hey The doors, they opened on 4 and 5 and 6 And you were gone, all
In the elevator, I pick my floor In the elevator, I pick my floor Every time, every time I was blind for a time, now fine The choice is mine When I
Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
Cato, play with my head I won't know the difference If we're living in the novelist Or statistician Cato, mess with my concepts My inner vision Like
Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me What they say That the bird in my chest was dead But that's never, never, never She ain't my thug no
Nihilists with good imaginations I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries Daylight, I'm so absent
How you wanna tag my style I am so superior How you wanna hate a thing When you are so inferior How you wanna mess How you wanna mess my spotless interior
I'm in a crisis, I need help Come on mood shift, shift back to good again Come on mood shift, shift back to good again Come on be a friend Nina Twin
The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out, it melts the snow
I spent the winter on the verge Of a total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man
You're no different from the prints that crease the wires Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain Thought that if I sank the seine I might find you
My, my, you busted me Like a Robocop, strike me With your riding crop I'm forever going celibate tomorrow Tonight like success knows no shame Oh no,
We just want to emote 'til we're dead I know we suffer for fashion or whatever We don't want these days to ever end We just want to emasculate them forever
She says I'm boring her camera It takes more to delight the cadaver Night eyes on icy patrols Your's were not so Nazi feline Mine were as dead as monks
1, 2, you know what to do Alright, come on I'm uptight super gathered Out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm
All right, she's gonna sing All right, we all turn to page 438 Now, you know we all gonna sing along Oh, I do love a review You know, women don't like
Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go Thirteen suited strangers makes a crowded elevator slow And I've got a million words and phrases on the
a tossed feeling that usher had