Lyrics
Fake Plastic Heads Song Lyrics – in no particular order
A Dream
I wish I had a dream
I wish I had a body
with a plastic head on top
with plastic fingers and a gun
and rusty nails poked through my hands
so I could melt in the orange sun
then I would jump into the river
and see the black-eyed angels’ wings
tear them off and make them sing
for you I’d just do anything
I’d take them home beneath the asphalt
where jeaulous worms all cover me
I’d feed them and become the virus
the demon that dwells inside of thee
dark and hollow on the inside
the annihilation of the self
faster than the speed of light
I am the end and the beginning
the dark star guiding you at night.
A Shadow
the crust unveils loneliness
nostalgia hits the loose beauty and tears
her apart. a new eye – putrefied breath
she lifts the sheet and enters the cold
world of rage. unspoken agony drags on the
surface of reason
and tames the sickness. no one dares to come
nearer – because too close is not far
enough. and how far could you be without
mocking the distance?
the ditch you have to step down, to feel, to
live. isolation of the senses, abnormal
composure. the machinery of the slef
confident crumbles and is reflected in the
echoes of the screaming ones. no sound too
high, no glance too gripping. it is the
essence of suffering. balsam for the scars
balsam for the bleeding ones. nothing is
darker than the shadow of the moon.
An Angel
we’re burning like skies in her eye
the deepest red
so thick and yet she cries
she’s turning their backs
the glances penetrate from behind
and stare right through the delicate flesh, yes:
we smell her sex – it’s a fucking mess
we taste her lust
we feel it’s wrong
but we want it
to be right
but we want it
to be right
who cares these days
who longs to question
fake clay hanging from her blue lips – eclipse
dripping a thousand times per second – a kiss
onto the sweet membrane
ain’t she wrapped in cellophane
a dying star here
losing faith
inhaling sugar – nicotine
cold-hearted heroine
with bare feet walking on the moon
no light will ever reach her
I bet she’ll forget real soon
I bet she’ll forget real soon
she’s out there with a vengeance
and she’ll never come back
she’ll never come back
her footprints leave a trail in the faces of the dead
her whispers protrude from underneath
“come with me,” she used to beg
offering silent chemical
I can’t forget the way
I’m losing sight again
there’s nothing but to pray
for she’s my only true friend.
END.
a dying star here
losing faith
inhaling sugar – nicotine
cold-hearted heroine
with bare feet walking on the moon
no light will ever reach her
I bet she’ll forget real soon
I bet she’ll forget real soon
we smell her sex – it’s a fucking mess
we taste her lust
we feel it’s wrong
but we want it
to be right
but we want it
to be right
Cellophane
Wrap me up in cellophane
silently whisper
I bring the noise
far off in the distance
where only bad things grow
right by your side
keep coming back
I’m your reminder
I’m inside your head
breathing the stench
living in fear
the idiot rising
hopefully not so near
with his ancles breaking
and his will shaking.
Deadhead World
I see their faces
Zombie eyes
Can’t break down
Cheek to cheek
Holding on to
Blank stare
Shake that hollow mask off
Yeah, I’m doing all right!
Memory control unit
You’re so beautiful
Yes you are
Why won’t you dance with me tonight?
I bet you’ll stick around for a while
We could look for your star
And make sure that you’re all fine
Kill the pain just for the fuck of it
We sure had enough of it!
What’s on your mind, my love?
And where do we find
The oddities of our war?
Please stop pretending it’s all right
I know you’re a big mess and it’s messing with your mind
A mess that’s eating you alive
With bloody scabs and worms all over
Your pretty face should shine instead
Break some promises
And face those faces
That drive you so fucking crazy
I’m mad like a fucking horse, I guess
Wherever you go
I will see you, baby
I will cut off the strings
And quit wasting time
‘cause you’re all wasted
and I’m such a fucking mess
just throw me away
for one more day
I’ll stick around
And drink some wine
We’ll get there in time
Please, please, please, please…
Can you find a way?
Out of this. Cut this off!
Get me out of this
What do I have to loose?
Much – much more to fucking prove
Sweet Cement
Out here on this fragile island / the play attracts the insect’s mind / to raise and walk towards the liquid / and move over the fading line. / The mirror says “Hello,” and smiles / the smile of the most faithful stone / the pretty women to the left, / collecting glances, hate their own.
All along the way, a golden string is dancing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
The women to the right, they say, / are crawling on their knees. / Painting with their bleeding fingers / the way that fits their needs. / But if the naked blow just whispers / a “holy fuck” that gently sighs, / from ear to ear the image travels / and in between your legs it dies.
All along the way, a golden string is singing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
Concrete objects loose their shape / as the gift of endless summers / blinds the dreaming ape, / feeding him with one hand broken, / leaving him out in the open, / the curtain starts to shake.
“From now on I will seek rebellion,”/ the worm stands up and falls again / reversed reflections keep on laughing, / “Freeze and I will try it then.” / So now the camera that is watching, / finally shuts its trembling eye. / Cut, you scream and leave them wishing, / fishing for the glorious “why.”
All along the way, a golden string is laughing / to celebrate the sweet cement.
Cross
Cross___me::PAIN. Leave.
The dead bodies remind me of fertile ground.
Nourishing and feeding:::get up! Leave!!!
All over again.
Mischief starts to rise from the bottom.
There! Look! It’s right there!:::behind your eyes.
Do you still believe it’s all forgotten?
Inside. All warm and soft.
It’s breaking.
It’s the core.
Can’t you see the big, black walls?
“ I came back to save you!”
Again?
Let go. Don’t look up.
It’s in there.
Somewhere. Behind those wooden sticks.
Penetrating the iris.
Protruding from underneath the blanket.
The shade. It’s closed and all chrome and steel.
My brain can::not cope with that.
Yeah right: I’m leaving.
Dead. Body. Re-mind. Re-think. Repeat. Absorb.
To the ground. We’re left here on the borders.
Committing . . . [what???]