sometimes i try the late night dial to distract from the mess I'm in I would find religion somehow but I can never make a go of it nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me? electronic cheap narcotics are just stoking the disease I've got no ambition to show and I can't tell you what I really need nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me? well you've told me once but I've told you twice I'll never take your good advice when passion drives then hold the reins if you need revenge then dig two graves carnal bondage, bacchanalian knowledge, fetishistic anomalies let's just fuck our brains out my love and you can fake what you can't acheive nothing's working nothing's working nothing's working are you listening to me?