i do not need a song
you do not need a clue
the mystery is everything
and we both might have a few
it's a delicate procedure
watch those needles in my mind
this is just a part of me
so let the steel divide
the corpse of what there was
still wanders out of town
just to feed it's appetite.
i will come back down
faster than the first but always coming last
the feeling of the moment is a mission in the past
i don't wanna play you like another friendly fool
but we are just two people and this is just a tool
so don't let the weight sink you down
to the bodies in the pool
after all the shimmer
it's the simple kind of shine
the type to make you sick
from staring all the time
take it how you taste it
and don't trust the common sense
after all it's delicate
when you're cleaning up a mess
as for me and all the models
and for you and all the goals
tomorrow is a work day
and i feel like spinning gold.