Wholesomely connected, Happy commodity
The glory of shopping and fucking
This great freedom, Good fortune to work and play
I think it's the end of the century
Out of the flame, out of the shadow
Unobscured
Look for a glimpse of something good
unshaken, nice (?)
Unobscured
I'll try to think, try to remember
We burned with the same desire
Reality must find it's own fort
Master slave, the games we play
In this open prison
The dominatrix reports to me
But I seek unknown comfort
Out of the flames, out of the shadow
Unobscured
Look for a glimpse of something good
unshaken, nice (?) unobscured
I'll try to think, try to remember
We burned with the same desire
Reality must find it's own fort
