Before the curtain rise again
Paint me a new face
This romance with a spotlight
Could darken the house with a thousand casual deaths
And change focus with a flick of the wrist
As we mark our hour upon the stage
Are we the heroes of the moment?
Or just turning highwire tricks?
As we strut and fret upon our stage

It's said to play's the thing
Last acts the question
Performance sliced to peruse (x2)

First act's a tragedy
It's such a comedy;
Players resort to sordid states of affairs
For a second of magnificence
In a roaring sea of indifference
As we mark our hour upon the stage
We invent with a purist's intent
We're spilling our blood to the fullest extent
As we strut and fret upon our stage

It's said to play's the thing
Last acts the question
Performance sliced to peruse (x2)

Did you think it would be so easy?
Art consumes a life of it's own
Did you think you could turn your back on it?
Nothing like the rush and push
Did you think there's no sacrifices?
Send your hopes to the stage
Send your hopes to the stage
Fortune flies on strange wings
Curtains rise on strange wings

Every night is a production
Each performance a seduction (x2)

Covet what the eye reflects
He needs to get his digital/cathode fix
Driven on by savage lust
A brain tumor that won't shut up

VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO
VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO
VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO
Video!!
Attack the object of desire
Watch the victim in slow-motion
Shock that brings his nerves to life
Clips and cuts and tapes and screens
Fill his voyeuristic needs
Clips and cuts and tapes and screens
And an everlasting record of the murder scenes

The killing urge is to consume
He is numb inside his soul
Fills the Third Eye up with trash
Stimulation for his flesh

VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO
VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO
VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO, VIDEO
Video!!
Attack the object of desire
Watch the victim in slow-motion
Shock that brings his nerves to life
Clips and cuts and tapes and screens
Fill his voyeuristic needs
Clips and cuts and tapes and screens
And an everlasting record of the murder scenes

He stalks,
He watches,
He keeps

There is no place like home
There is no place
There is no place that's home
There is no place
I am this city's unwanted son
Days are liquid, nights are infinite

We live in a TV set
We're living at the edge of temptation
Give thanks all you faithless sons
We all are misbegotten ones

They'll say that they love you
But they've drawn a plan to try to kill you
They'll say that they love you
But it could be anyone
Sometimes you don't exist
Next to these big bright lights
You're so beautifully damaged
It'd make such a lovely suicide

We live in a TV set
We're living at the end of the world, man
Give thanks all you faithless sons
We all are misbegotten ones

I am this city's unwanted son
Rolling dice on the next revolution
We are each complicated sums
Burning out for the children of the prominent ones

This is not for you
This is not a place (x4)

Invasion of a video lens
Private observance
Of a public performance
We know who you are
We know what you do
You can't hide from us
We're protecting you from you

Remote control, safe distance

Everything is safe
Sleeping in obedience
Everyone is safe
We all are under surveillance

Day or nighttime
Walk by blindly
A thousand TV spies
Monitor every life
In the naked city
There's a gleaming machine's eye
In every vacancy

Remote control, safe distance

Everything is safe
Sleeping in obedience
Everyone is safe
We are all under surveillance

Remote control
Safe distance
etc.

A conceit left to the wealthiest of men
To pay the service of a psychic assassin (x2)

When you're searching for efficiency
In counter-measures to telepathy
World famous for his killer presence
Mr. Dagenham is top of the line

Byproduct of the modern age
(Fun, Fantasy, Confusion, Catastrophe)
Divine intellect, the devil's luck
(Fun, Fantasy, Confusion, Catastrophe)
He wears a death's head grin
He's a nuclear man

The moon was a harsh mistress
When she took my foolish pride
Huddled tight up in Tycho Sands
I was poisoned to the touch
You think you're lonely now just wait
For the atomic apocalypse
With a flash and a bang apocalypse
The cold grasp of a personal holocaust

Sometimes I feel so tired
Like I've lived for a million years
In this future dystopia
His aura scorches everything he touch
No rest for weary eyes
And no sleep for an aching head
And no man dare walk a mile
With his feet in shoes of lead

Byproduct of the modern age
(Fun, Fantasy, Confusion, Catastrophe)
Blighted orchid in his hand
(Fun, Fantasy, Confusion, Catastrophe)
He wears a death's head grin
He's a nuclear man

The more we change it's more the same
When we're killing for profit
You think you're lonely now just wait
For the atomic apocalypse

In a strange place, no way back
Blackout days have come for me
In a cage that I can't see
An exercise in futility
She's got words to say to me
Dream of grace, scenes of three
Built the walls like a castle keep
I built the enemy in
Crackle of dry leaves in the wind
A study in transparency
There are no signs that I can read
Nothing's safe and nothing's free
Dragged out on the Devil's teeth
All my senses fade to red
Five words rattle in my head
"It always ends in winter"
	Blackout days, pave my way
	Hold me down while I'm bleeding (2x)
	Blackout days, come what may
	There's nothing left for us to say
	Blackout days, end this pain
	Don't leave me too much clarity
It's a fatal trip on a cold continent
In the hours of the morning where nothing makes sense
A sinking ship that won't go down
The final crash at this line's end
Blackout days and ten times blue
All my senses fade to red
Body of Christ falls from my wrist
When I swing my fist in anger
Not a word to save my lips
Face a season of this emptiness
Cover me with my regret
I'll fade, I'll fade
It always ends in winter, it's always cold (3x)
It always ends in winter, it's always cold when I come down