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Androgynetic

Feel my heart it's racing
I can't go on chasing
Why should I keep tiring
Others uninspiring

Feel androgynetic
Be autokinetic
We're all symbiotic
World is too chaotic

Steal my face, my ID
Seal my fate, your decree
You'll never outpower me
In our darkest hour we

Use our neighbour's design
Then pass them as being mine
Hide behind confusion
A life of illusion

I'm my Father's daughter
Raised in some backwater
I'm my Mother's boy child
Left out to roam the wild

I'm androgynetic
Everything synthetic
I'm just artificial
All that's superficial

I'm androgynetic
Enjoys life frenetic

I'm Androgenetic
So unsympathetic
To the narrow minded
All that act so blinded

Futurist Manifesto

It isn't tears, it's just something in my eye
To hear their screams, to see them die
To show emotion, to show I'm weak
To tell of things but never speak

Don't show your fear
They will sense
Every tear
Builds suspense

Cry, cry, watch the future die
Cry, cry, watch the future die
As they cry, see them cry, watch the future die
Cry, cry, watch the future die

Like parasites just feeding on suspicion
Paranoia, their nutrition
Feeding on the weak and lame
Taking pleasure from their pain

Enjoy being constantly observed
Crave attention, then everything's deserved
What you give you get returned
They'll ensure your fingers burned

Don't take my soul
Take my life
It means more
Sets me high

Cry, cry, watch the future die
Cry, cry, watch the future die
As they cry, see them cry, watch the future die
Cry, cry, watch the future die

Cry, cry, cry, watch the future die
Cry, cry, watch the future die
As they cry, see them cry, watch the future die
Cry, cry, watch the future die
Watch the future die
Watch the future die

Random Number Generator

Don't be scared, life is a lottery
So they said, but everybody's stopping me
You'll be dead, your number comes out randomly
So beware, live your life you gotta be

More than bones, a body's nothing with no mind
Be a clone, if you're a robot you will find
You're alone, they will act as they are blind
Don't be prone to find you've been left behind

Random Number generator
Calls your name sooner or later
How can you then contribute
If you have no attribute
Random number generator
You could be the propagator
On your day of absolution

Life's a mask, nothing's what it really seems
Move too fast, no-one then can hear you scream
Make it last, coasting on the slipstream 
You're miscast, if you can't produce a dream

Don't be scared, life is a lottery
So they said, but everybody's stopping me
You'll be dead, your number comes out randomly
So beware, life is not a fantasy

Random Number Generator
Calls your name sooner or later
What is it you complicate
When you want to fabricate?
Random number generator
You could be the instigator
On your day of retribution
Make a change

What do you think of when you look at the sun
Is there a morning that you don't want to run?
What do you think about when you're alone?
How do you stop yourself becoming a clone?

Don't be scared, You'll be dead

Skinned Alive

Feeling your breath in my back like a dagger
Turning to see that you aren't really there
Heart beating faster, my feet start to stagger
Cos having you near is more than I can bear

Pouring your heart out to those that'll hear you
Twisting the story to suit your own ends
No reason that I can't stand to be near you
And no way whatever will we make amends 

I'm going to peel the skin from my bones
To wipe your scent away
The darkest nightmares that I'm shown
Still torture every day

I'm going to skin myself alive
Because the memory of your touch
Still haunts my will to survive
And I still feel that I'm in your clutch

Forcing your way into lives you discarded
Trying to hurt me as much as you can
All of the lies they can't be disregarded
But then I'm sure that's just part of the plan

Biting the hand that consistently feeds you
Teeth marks don't heal as fast as you think
You're just a fool if you think that I need you
Because any lower, I just wouldn't sink

I'm going to skin myself alive
Because the memory of your touch
Still haunts my will to survive
And I still feel that I'm in your clutch

I'm going to peel the skin from my bones
To wipe your scent away
The darkest nightmares that I'm shown
Still torture every day

Clawing my thoughts back to some sort of order
Trying to find what I already know
Viewing the chasm my sanity borders
And finding it fell in a long time ago

Take my skin, peel me
Try to reveal me
Why don't you flay me
Stripme and slay me
Break me and snap me
Then just unwrap me
Hurt me, impale me 
Skin me, unveil me
Why don't you slaughter me
Hang, draw and quarter me?

Synchronised Emotion

Take all you have and wrap it around you
Look at the stars, and let them astound you
Stand by to shine, reflect the skyline
Open your mind, and get in the eyeline

Learn to depend, resonate freely
Portend to cure, getting there nearly
Daring to ask, shouldn't cause conflict
How does it feel, the pain that you inflict?

Walking on the stony ground
Broken glass beneath my feet
Like the circle goes around
Nothing ever is achieved

Faining interest, showing tact
Lucid memories while you sleep
Fooling no one with your act
Come and synchronise with me
Come and synchronise with me

Face all your fears, pass to another
Walk on the line, daring to smother
Respond to void, genius godlike
Wisp of the air, a presence so ghostlike.

Write me a song, unlike any other
Tell me a tale, and I'll rediscover
Love I thought lost, but always around me
Freed from these years, as you have unbound me.

Searching an eternal role
Facing love too blind to see
Passion swells the mortal soul
'Cos it still applies to me.

Walking on the stony ground
Broken glass beneath my feet
As the minutes come around
Come and synchronise with me
Come and synchronise with me

Synth City

Going down the 'Cliffe to see me friends
But the money don't pay so well
Hoping that the late nights soon come to an end
But without them life will just be hell 

Walking home at four am, the Arches glare
Attract me, though I try to allude
The food will get me in the end 'cos nothing dare
Stop me when I'm in the mood

We come from synth city, it's the city of synth
Where the dirty bricks engulf us like a labyrinth
And beneath the glass and concrete there's a city alive
And the furnace of change burns the will to survive

Walking down to Road until I reach The Bar
Call in 'Help the Aged' on the way
Just don't care about the photo in the local star
Cos I'm in a lazy mood today.

Rushing to the station cos I'm running late
Just jump on board, I haven't time to pay
The girl begs twenty p's for coffee's such a state
 Still looks better than she did yesterday

We live in Synth City, it's the city of steel
Where the industry still barely turns the commerce wheel
'Cos everything's for retail or for therepy
With a passion at the heart of the society

Terminal Velocity

It's almost ethereal the way your life is governed by fate

The mist of the sea on my face refreshing all that has past
and disappeared like a long lost photograph found pushed to the back of a seldom used drawer

I thought that I had finally conquered love, and its stifling effects, long, long ago
Now after years of isolation, whilst my barriers were at their weakest,
I find that my defences have been breached
and that all I have, think and feel are now open to the world

So, back to the place from whence I came, alone and faceless I turn for help once more

You walked into my life
With a wretched look

Fell into 
your trap
and then I was hooked

We walked on the beach at sunset it was like a spell 
You had over me, over me

I had been hurt many
Times before you came
But there never is a last time
To feel intense pain.  Thinking, hoping

High tide, low tide
Drowning
Under your love

Found you lied and
Never once told the truth
You were after breaking,
Breaking my heart 

Can't breathe, can't breathe
Stifling
Gasping for air

Choking, choking

Watching, waiting, meeting, at your secret rendezvous, someone new, wanting you
Oh how I cried

What's the point in
Turning when all you do
Is pray to God
That you can cling on to some hope of sanity

Why'd you have to come and turn my world into a tortured wreck
I'm addicted to your love, your smell, your sound, your burning touch
Fortune has a way making sure you turn your life around

Too fast, too fast
Moving
Terminal Velocity