Front 242

Listen to me

My conscience is calling me

It wants to shake the beast

The snake is twisting,

My thoughts into needling extremities

Reaction breaks me into fractions

Taking all my energies

Seizing my extremities

So much that I cannot feel now

This heavy heart

Heart that I carry

Still holds the weight of you

And when I fall

As I always do

I'm crushed by the absence of you

Perfection is there

And the expression a stare

A face that leaves no trace of wear and tear

True beauty is cold

Love and hate and human sexual nature

This power is sustained by endless violence and pain

A cycle I can't understand

I'm tired of emotions

They bare me with distortions

They cut me

Screaming "Fuck me"

Wipe them all away now

Let them see through eyes made of ston