(Always got something hanging over my head
Making me dead, keeping me dead)
1: The Subtle Art of Death Cleaning
We’ve got something for everyone, and the offer is free
The subtle art of death cleaning is a semi-automatic soliloquy
Everything is noise, too much stimuli
Do what I say, you know what I mean, don’t ask why…
Mother has a fever, but we don’t believe her
It’s just masturbation, self-congratulation
Order and deliver
2: Macabre Moondance
Its not our fault that we got caught in madness
Just follow the status quo, to supplied pharmaceuticals
I am replaceable, simply disposable
Compellingly sordid, a macabre moondance
And such a grande entrance, so risqu  and divine
I am replaceable, simply disposable
3: Seul Au Monde
A cold demeanour, pierced like a needle
Do you believe it? Synthetic fools
Given the tools, hand grenades
Change the rules, play charades
Where are we going? Seul Au Monde
For your audition, I’ll play myself
You see the part as someone else
My existence, now in decline
Lifeless in this pantomime
Where are we going? Seul Au Monde
The calculations, are they on purpose?
Is the damage part of the circus?
Put in the time, toil the seed
Build the wall, feed the greed
I don’t belong here, Seul Au Monde
4: Modus Operandi
In blind faith, you lost your love
A fall from grace, who picked you up?
Same old modus operandi
With a well-used alibi
Bad luck for a seasoned seducer
Mistrust of a common abuser
Oh, the headlines
Then the bell rang
And your baby sang
Did you find the game that you need?
5: Carolyne
Carolyne kindly greets me limbless and smiling
And there’s a shame that eats at me about things Ive been crying
What did she reveal? What do I conceal?
What do I take for granted?
All the privilege that I steal
Carolyne, how do you smile?
When everything’s been taken
And all you’ve got is time…
6: Echo and Narcissus
Echoes are wasting in the dark and cold
Hiding in shadows, Echoes are alone
Led is the fool, to reap what is fair
Reveal reflections, to drown, oneself, in there
(you only love yourself)
Are you coming? Are you coming… with me?
7: Apogee and Perigree
If you push and I pull, we might make it after all
The friction burns, but we’re otherwise fine
If I ebb and you flood, and we take water through the hull
Get above the freeboard and shoot the sky
The chain kinked in king tide, broke a link in a taught line
Cast adrift, under a laughing moon
There’s no warmth in darkness, no sense of direction
The sum of the parts were the wrong parts for you
And this is the end? This is the end
And so we dehydrate (burn) desperation sealed our fate
Had to act, was the act too soon?
I’ll drown so you float, to lighten the load, purge the boat
Just throw me overboard and shoot the sky
The chain is slack at low tide, free to float a wide line
Run aground, under a laughing moon
There’s no warmth in darkness, no sense of direction
The sum of the parts were the wrong parts for you
And this is the end? This is the end
This is the end? This is the end