Kill comfort kill Im an infidel A simple sound A scream to the sky Slam-sacharine sam Pushing my pram With your harlequin words You turned and said Sicko psycophants And with a poisionous rant And requiem of fear The gums and the teeth of the london street Come on!
You run in the dark Coz it makes you feel free And the wind cuts your face Coz you wanna believe That out there something is real The elixir of life He licks down a knife To her wet apperture Kil comfort kill Im infidel Give me fireworks Explode in the sky Slam-fashion cazam Pushing my pram Turning the wheel too fast They're all sicko psycophant with elasic banks Kiss me with the kiss of death Tell me im an indvidual boy Come on!
You run in the dark Coz it makes you feel free And the wind cuts your face Coz you wanna believe That out there something is real Put you dog on a leash Put your dog on a leash Just keep that sound away from me Just keep that man away from me With your surgical tears that callous in me And when the people say Yor better out than in Cuz your mouth is undone Your mouth is undone But your blood is alive