Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?
Album - 23 gennaio 2007 - Debaser id 362054

We just want to emote until 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

Pretty sirens don't go flat
It's not supposed to happen like that
Not like that

We've got to keep it physical
When our tellies are six hours away
Please call to say that you miss me, feel me or whatever
Vicissitudes are boxing our heads
Like they just want to emaciate them forever

Pretty sirens don't go flat
It's not supposed to happen like that
Not like that

We've got to keep our little click clicking at 130 BPM
It's not too slow
If we've got to burn out, let's do it together
Let's all melt down together

You're no different from the prints that crease the wires
Or mosquitos that now operate on her brain
Thought that if I sank the Seine I might find you
I might find you

I'm no different from the claw they mic from the stair
Or fake diamonds that are glued to eyes of plastic crows
Thought that where the planters go, you might find me
You might find me

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 a strobing light, please confuse my every decision

I can't even pretend that you are my friend
What has happened to you and I?
And don't say that I have changed
'Cause man, of course I have

Are you far too depressed now even to answer the phone?
I guess you just want to
Shave your head, have a drink, and be left alone
Is that too much to ask?

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.
Come on be a friend.

Nina Twin is trying to help, and I
Really hope that she succeeds.
Though I picked the thorny path myself,
I'm afraid, afraid of where it leads.

Chemicals don't strangle my pen;
Chemicals don't make me sick again.
I'm always so dubious of your intent,
Like I can't afford to replace what you've spent.

Come on Chemica-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-a-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-als!

Nina Twin is trying to help, and I
Really hope she gets me straight.
Cause my own inner cosmology
Has become too dense to navigate.

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.

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.
Come on be a friend.

Chemicals don't flatten my mind;
Chemicals don't mess me up this time.
Know you bait me way more than you should
And it's just like you to hurt me when I'm feeling good.

Come on Chemica-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-a-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-als!

Come on Chemica-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-a-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-als!

Come on Chemica-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-a-a-als!
Come on Chemica-a-a-a-a-als!

(The surrealists were just)
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 minded
Nighttime meeting new anxieties
So am I erasing myself?
Hope I'm not erasing myself

I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god
But which one, which one do I choose?
All the churches fill with losers, psycho or confused
I just want to hold the divine in mind
And forget all of the beauty's wasted

Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant
We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches
(Physics makes us all its bitches)

I guess it would be nice to help in your escape
From patterns your parents designed
All the party people dancing for the indie star
But he's the worst faker by far
But in the set, I forget all of the beauty's wasted

I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice
I guess it would be nice
Show me that things can be nice

You've got my back in the city
You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic
You've got my back in the city
You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic

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 fawn of a man I didn't burn down any old churches
Just slept way too much, just slept

My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
Is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud
Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather
This family sticks together
We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency
It's just verbosity to me

I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
While trying to restructure my character
Because it had become vile to its creator
And through many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to come again

My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
Is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud
Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather
This family sticks together
We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency
It's just verbosity to me

Dirty old shadow, stay away
Don't play your games with me
I am older now, I see the way you operate
If you don't hurt me then you die

My mind rejects the frequency
It's static craziness to me
Is it a solar fever?

The TV man is too loud
Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
You turn the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather
This family sticks together
We will escape from the south to the west side

My mind rejects the frequency
It's just verbosity to me

Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock
Said "You must be an artist"
She muttered her reply
I was judging her friend as the DJ played a dead jam

No one wants to dance, they're outside
Smoking cigarettes
Matthew was there, yes
He gave me the eye, saying "It doesn't kill to try"
Then blue lights all around

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power

She lead me outside to the church with the swing
There I was, her confessor
Her come on made me blush
Was her crush for the night?
Until I screamed:
"Stop! Hey! You must be aware I'm not alone
I've got a tigress back at home
And besides, you wouldn't know what to do with me"

And under the blue lights you see them gossiping...

Eva, I'm sorry, but you will never have me
To me you're just some faggy girl
And I need a lover with soul power
And you ain't got no soul power