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A wider alliance that leads to new roads beyond the limits, holding hands, jumping off walls into dark seclusion, cut off from the mainstream of most intimate yearnings, I left my heart somewhere on the other side, I left all desire for good.

Clinging to naked thought, impossible tactics worked out for impossible means. This is the final moment of respite. The final page in the book. A bitter challenge between old and new, with one last warning.

On the wasteline,

Heartbreak, mainline,

In a hurry to get somewhere.

Divorced from what’s real so early.

All a waste of nothing really.

Arrive too late — don’t you know you’re out of touch?

Pass the dateline,

All on your time.

In a hurry to get something.

Staring at your own two faces,

Feeding off your private crazes.

You’re out on you’re own — out — out of touch.

Nervous feeling,

No scene stealing,

Can you reach the outer limits?

Stuck inside your pen too long,

Forgotten moves where you went wrong.

You’ve lost the feeling, now you’re out of touch.

Empty station,

Too long waiting,

In a hurry to get somewhere,

Divorced from everything so early,

All a waste of nothing really,

You were never there always out of touch.

Destinations always change,

It could be hours,

It seems like days,

Wait around as though nothing’s wrong,

But heaven knows we’ve tried so long,

To do the final breakthrough.

A choice of gifts,

With cards to deal,

A narrow table,

Legs of steel,

A window seat with views the same,

All down the line we play the game,

For two, now we are two.

Destinations never change,

It seems as though we’re days away,

And all the points that lead us to,

We never stop, just pass on thru’ again,

Do it again.

Moving on out in a new line,

Setting our course by the sun,

Leaving the shoreline behind us,

We’re drifting apart while we run.

Wheels are in motion above us,

Metal and power in disguise,

Scared of the danger around us,

We’re drowning in our paradise.

Wreckage and gold on the sea bed,

Souls we could never reclaim,

Grey are the skies that surround us,

Forcing us farther away.

Moving on out in a new line,

Setting our course by the sun,

Leaving it all way behind us,

We’re drifting apart as we run.

(Незаписанная песня ранних Warsaw. Часть текста переработана для Exercise One)

Sure I’11 see you drown,

You do for me, I did for you,

You’re on the rim of wheels that turn

In ignorance, no way to learn.

Cure just takes you down,

Not down for good, that’s understood,

Lights on green, borrowed times,

It’s just the same, a different name.

Conditioned — you,

Conditioned — me,

No way out that I can see,

Conditioned — you,

Conditioned — me,

Who selects your destiny?

Just who’s in the chair,

To think for me to make me care —

Turn down the TV,

Turn down my pulse,

Control my heart,

The sound’s too much.

lust watchin’ you -

Tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit.

All eyes on you — sex induced, the labour proves,

Just watching every drip,

Waiting for you — bought us out to close all doors with broken laws — your laws don’t fit.

It’s all so coldly logical without a trace of fear,

Intentions, mask indifference, built up throughout the years.

Not televised, conceals the motives,

Not waiting for ease,

Till the cancer grows,

Replacing hope and you are the disease.

Just watchin’ you -

Some minor incident -

An instant eyes turn blind,

All eyes in you -

Just some kind of accident,

In God’s name, left behind,

Waiting for you -

Detroying gains,

All lost in vain, but kept in mind — you’re way behind.

Some stranger atrocity commit in silence now,

Not in these times, another world, but it’s so close somehow,

A shattered nerve, for those who serve, the reason lost its way.

In streets of fear and all those here, the internees of hate.

Just watchin’ you — tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit,

All eyes on you — broken causes, no one knows the real cause, you’re it.

Waiting for you — ultimatum, change it soon don’t eling to every bit — it just won’t fit.

He desires love, in some special way,

Against all perversion,

Fed with fruits of decay.

He remembers,

How the guilty have seen,

All the pure but selfish,

Buried deep in his dreams.

He sees a vision in the sky,

Looking down at him,

Calling him by name.