I don't have to agree with you anymore

Keep your slutty ways out the door

Who said living is easier when you lick the floor

The bell ringer will be upside down the hall And I fall,and I fall,and I fall,and I fall

Another kind of an industrial ecstasy

You hold back till you come across with intimacy

 A pair of scissors bends on your heart,no blood pumping,gasping for your royalty

Anarchy,anarchy,

Soulful and brief...We will follow no more the steps of this grief... this grief...

A grip of compulsory affair

Needs to take you nowhere

You dance like Mister Astaire

No cause,no intensive care

You just share you just share you share

And the bear

that looks you down from the wall

A solidly insistent nature call

inspires you the fall

This is kitsch

you're becoming a witch

but that's another storyline

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZFzJr9NnPE&feature=player_embedded#!