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DEVIATED INSTINCT LYRICS
"Nailed" (1990 EP)
1. Open Wound
2. Slow Death Suck
3. Void
4. Listen To The Sirens
1. Open Wound
Like an open wound
I'm drowning in salt
Hanging in the raw
Twist it no more
You got me stumblin'
You got me crumblin'
Slashed and gashed
Bruised, contused and confused
Licked your lips on a skewer
You won't let it heal
And like an open wound
I'm drowning in salt
Leave me bare for all to gnaw
Pick it clean.... Hanging raw
2. Slow Death Suck
Gluttonised offal
Corrosive lobotomy
Yet always I sit
Dehumanised
You're laughing at me
Vacuous numbskull
Hysterical in my soulless bliss
Dragging me down
Eyes wide in the mire
Colours in the abyss
Each one goes grey to black
Waiting for the mindfuck
Waiting for the mindfuck
I feel it repeat
I would have felt it before
If I'd known it was there
Waiting for the mindfuck
Plucking raw nerves
At my own command
I silently watch
Squeeze the tumour in
3. Void
Sometimes I wonder
What goes on in your head?
Sometimes I wonder
What's it like on the inside?
And where does it lead
To chase your own tail?
There's sand in your eyes
Dig deeper
And choke on it motherfucker
Sometimes I wonder
What goes on in your head?
Here's an oven to stick it in
And sometimes I wonder
What's it like
To have it all... and nothing?
4. Listen To The Sirens
"Flow my tears" the new police song
The slogan of peace is "you must live"
They've got me and I'm one of them
Cancel: "silence" they screamed for days
"We've been here before, we won't stay"
They can't die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
But I don't mind....I don't mind
Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won't ever call again
Mister Webb there is no way out
Love this room, please don't fight your walls
Can you see I'm wasting your time
A streetcar's rusting unseen
Music hall's empty like me
But I don't care....I don't care
Please listen to the sirens
We don't wish to be your friends
Please listen to the sirens
We won't ever call again
If I could stay here for now
With someone just a bit like you
"Oh, no"
Maybe I would dream again
Of someone just a bit like you
"S'pose so"
Station boys keep their hands on steel
Tubeway days now seem quite unreal
It's always so close but never quite arrives
My vision's like an old film, shaky
There's nothing through my window, okay
No photo by my bedside, black/white
No image in my mirror, bye bye
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