Kid Called Computer - Videodrome lyrics

[Verse 1] Nights are longer, days are shorter Time gets longer, patience shorter I just wander pacing forward Like a monster, stay De Goya Dead from the start, mark of the beast Heart that I eat, armed to the teeth An intellect, sharp, bleak Indifferent, war, peace Food for thought they force-feed That bla bla bla of a blasé god I got a suicide that's forming A warning for a deadly price I know I'm not the steady type, I'm lost in heady highs I'm an artist, man, I'm drawn to sketchy types Crabs in a bucket that I'll probably kick if I don't watch ‘em Hashtag my blood but there's no audience for psychodrama Look what the tiger brought in, d**h, d**h by dishonor Ultraviolet on it, show me where they hide the bodies Inside the audio I probably own a few examples Tooth enamel planted in the hand that fed a losing battle Soon Seattle's gloomy atmosphere Can steer me to the shadows Booze tobacco, moody adults All the blessings they throw at you [Hook] Long live the new flesh Molly hits, group-s** Long live the new flesh Klonopin, booze, X Long live the new flesh Audience-approved d**h Long live the new flesh [Verse 2] A blind stupor prying at the sutures I set fire to their dry sense of humor They're alive but they'll die in the future People I remove from my side like a tumor They didn't notice me when I acted balanced They didn't notice when my dying was an art They didn't notice me when I planted flowers But I bet they'd notice with a knife inside their hearts If I stab deep, add ‘em to the tally Toe-tag ‘em, bag ‘em & can ‘em up for the trash-heap And that's some fitting title usage if you ask me I hope they get diseases from the music that's so catchy There must be something in the water, right? Root of all evil, power of the dollar, right? Two can keep a secret if one of ‘em is slaughtered, right? f**, marry, k** & they still don't get the order right Right? You see I write with my right hand Right now, write down, rights of a righthand man Who was left on a left-hand path So I'm Plath with the deadpan that Means I'm Colossus in my head Doing aerials I'm Ariel & falling to my d**h Stomping over cities that their god must have neglected Instead left an admonishment of long live the flesh d**h to the Videodrome & that's an order not request So conform or get the wreck, uh A Klonipin & a cardiac arrest Left an overworked artifact, a heart attack is next, uh So I don't lollygag my steps There's no tardy pa** in hell, there's no sorry that can fix From over-sleeper to insomniac & stressed I'm a somnambulist walking right into the hands of them