Waking up to this unknown world a futuristic sentence holds a cryogenic frozen home trapped inside my dreams grow cold My life before I went inside Simon played tricks before my eyes so many innocents died all my nightmares came alive Now I must infect Huxley with all my sexual and Dirty needs No futuristic device will suffice all the emotions that you feel from me just one touch will make you crumble my fighting makes your womanhood tremble Now's my turn to show you around a fluid transfer, a delicate sound caress your hips to bring you closer feel the pulse of your heart beating faster sweat and pleasure floods your brain a simple orgasm turns you insane After the honka-chonka ends we raid the fridge we check the fines to see the foul language you used to describe what's on your mind the sensations bet'ah with the touch of my decrepit hands time to claim my prize, I'm the Demolition Man According to Cocteau's plan we're the enemy freedom of speech and freedom of choice is being shunned throughout the valley I think I agree with Mr. Friendly I wanna smoke in the non-smoking section I wanna run through the streets in the nude with green jelly all over my body while jerking it to my favorite PlayBoy And now I must infect you all with my primitive and barbaric behavior to rid the menace set by your evangelistic doctor who now burns in the fire of his own dread just like Phoenix your cryo-system is now deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
