Scorpio Rising
Album - 16 settembre 2002 - Debaser id 36562

Back down
And touch
The door is shut
In the end
You're just too close
There's no-one here
There's no-one there
I still can't tell
If you'd better try this
And you might find
I'm in your place
I see your face
The air is cold
I'm still on hold
I still can't tell
What's been said

Your Hands around my Throat
Ask me to let go
Your Hands around my Throat
Your Hands around my Throat

Your Hands around my Throat x 4

When you kiss the base o'my spine
Make my body into your shrine
You give me this feeling deep inside
One that I can no longer disguise
While other snakes just shed their skins
Fucked holes pointing out my sins
Even though I realise that history's not on my side
Even though I realise the pioneer skin still curls up in my eyes

If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind
I saw a life before me but now I'm blind
I wanna go to heaven, never been there before
I wanna go to heaven, so you kill me some more

Flying high upon the gallows
Too messed up to step out of the shadows
A drugged up heart that knows no sorrow
Rescued from this deep dark hole
Stick on these boots and sharpen the nails
Time is nigh for you leather girls
Maybe we should end this race
Vanish while we cannot leave no trace

If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind
I saw a life before me, but now I'm blind
See one-arm film stars on alien beaches
Potted gold and tattooed faces
Harrison murals on the corner, tupperware boxes full of hopes
Diazepam dreams there catching streams
Paper dinosaurs flash blue and green
Still I've got a flash-bulb head
Still I've got a flash-bulb head

If I don't go crazy, I'll lose my mind
I saw a life before me but now I'm blind
I wanna go to heaven, never been there before
I wanna go to heaven, so you kill me some more

Come along nice, come along dead
Scorpio rising, and paint it red
A psychic equalizer in your head
Come along nice, come along dead
Scorpio rising, and paint it red
A psychic equalizer in your head..

Well you're smolderin' with fly words,
Catch the moment on the run.
And you say there's nothin' easy
About the plywood tract you're from.
And you stand inside your wind stilts;
Watch the sentence act begun.
So you say you lost your baby
Do you know that you're the one.

With the stand to watch the trials go,
From here to there behind the scene.
Throw your troubles to the moon trolls
To swallow up like stormy dreams.
Take an entrance to a stand-off,
Looking if there's such a strife
And you say you lost your baby,
wondering if its in your life.

Well you fly your banners Mondays,
That take a rise and fall in one.
Ask the questions of the pilgrims,
As they come to pledge what's done.
Claim a tabernacle hillside
Where you'll sight the dyin' sun
And you say you lost your baby,
Do you know that you're the one.
So you say you lost your baby,
Do you know that you're the one.
So you say you lost your baby,
Do you know that you're the one.