Disassociative
Mood:  lyrical
Topic: music
I can tell you what they say in space that our earth is to grey but when the spirit is so digital the body acts this way that world was killing me that world was killing me Disassociative the nervous systems down, the nervous systems down i know I can never get out of here I dont want to just float in fear a dead astronaut in space Sometimes we walk like we're shot through our heads my love we write our song in space like we were already dead and gone your world was killing me your world was killing me disassociative your world was killing me your world was killing me disassociative I can never get out of here i dotn want to just float in fear a dead astronaut in space the nervous systems down, the nervous systems down I know

Rock is Dead
Mood:  chillin'
Topic: music
All simple monkeys with alien babied amphetamines for boys crucifixes for ladies sampled and soulless worldwide and real webbed you sell all the living for more safer dead Anything to be loved Rock is deader than dead Shock is all in ur head your sex and your dope is all that we're fed so fu*k all ur protests and put them to bed God is on the T.V. 1000 mothers are praying for it we're so full of hope and so full of s**t build a new go to medicate and to ape sell us ersatz dressed up and real fake Anything to be loved Rock is deader than dead...(chorous repeat) God is on the T.V.

Mechanical Animals
Mood:  down
Topic: music
We were nurophobic and perfect the day that we lost our souls machines that wished they were human if they cry they will rust and i was a hand grenade that never stopped exploding you were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they'll never be good for u or bad to you they'll never be anything Anything at all You were my mechanical bride phenobarbidoll a maniqueen of depression with the face of a dead star and i was a hand grenade that never stopped exploding you were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god i am never gonna be the one for you...(chorous repeat) this isnt me i'm not mechanical I'm just a boy playing the suicide king

The Dope Show
Mood:  incredulous
Topic: music
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow We love in vain narcissisic ans so shallow the cops and queers to swimm u have to swallow hate today there's no love for tomorrow We're all stars now in the dope show There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones that want to get u high But all the pretty, pretty ones will leave u low and blow ur mind They love u when ur on all the covers When ur no then they love another The drugs they say are made in callifornia We love your face we'd really like to sell u the cops and queersmake good looking models I hate today who will i wake up with tomorrow? There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones...(chorous repeat)

Great Big White World
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: music
In space the stars are no nearer they just glitter like a morgue and i dreamed i was a spaceman burned like a moth in a flame and our wourld was so fu**ing gone but i'm not attached to you now nothing heals and nothing grows because it's a grat big white world and we are drained of our colors we used to love ourselves, we used to love another all my stiches itch my prescription's low, i wish u were queen just for today in a world so white what else could i say? And hel was so cold all the vases are so broken and the roses tear our hands all open mother mary miscarry and we pran just like insects the world is so ugly now because it's a great big white world and we are drained of our colors...(chorous repeat)