Furor

Worship me

And forgive me

Torture me

The pain's cleansing

Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond

I'll often die

Torment me

And forget me

Posturing is painstaking

Shapes going forward and they go on and on, beyond

I wonder why

As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)

Rage, mania

My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)

We've come forever (It's all around and up and down)

And our hate's on a road

Bending and bending and bending over

As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)

Rage, mania

My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)

When all your hopes and dreams, they flutter

Flicker between the moon and sun

To trust is inadvertently painstaking

But it's a must to endure this plight for ecstasy

Why must everything complicate when all we want is to procrastinate?

Waiting, praying, decaying, dying

I feel about all this romance鈥 feel slave

Gone

Shun the whore

He's shown me more

Sex and drugs, but I feel nothing

Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond

I'll often die

As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)

Rage, mania

My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)

Shut up