I remember staggering out of Tokyo night clubs in the 90s at 4am with a couple of friends every weekend, getting back to my place and playing the album disintegration and Entreat, a great end to a great night(s).
, I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvety Up tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed And run in thickening streams of greed As bit by bit, it starts the need To just let go, my party piece Yeah, I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss before I feed The stench of a love for younger meat And the sound it makes when it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit, it starts the need To just let go, my party piece But I never said I would stay to the end I leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy Screaming like this in the hope of sincerity Scream with me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery Songs about happiness murmured in dreams And we both of us knew how the ending would be So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Making it afraid for the fear of sleep again Pushed in deep to bare bone again Take him outside like he's all on his own again Round and round and round, it's coming apart again Over and over and over Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone Crying for comfort, crocodiles cry For the love of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me To get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again I never said I would stay to the end I'd leave you with babies and hoping for secrecy Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity Scream with me over and over and over I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery And stains on the carpet and stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams And we both of us knew how the end always is How the end always is
