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We explore the men's room.We don't give a shit.Ladies' lost electricity;Take vows inside of it.Desire to dance;Too startled to try.Wrap my legs 'round you,Starting to fly.Let's explore Up there, up there, up there,On the twenty-fifth floor.Circle all around me,Coming for the kill, kill, killOh kill me babyLike a kamikazeHeading for a spill.Oh but it's all spilt milk to me.Desire to dance;Too startled to try.Wrap my legs 'round you,Starting to fly.Letras de cancionesLet's soarUp there, up there, up there,On the twenty-fifth floor.We do not eatFlower of creation.We do not eat,Eat anything at all.Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.I'm waiting for a contact to call.Love's war. Love's cruel. Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.I'm waiting here to refuel.I'm gonna make contact tonight.Love in my heart.The night to exploit.Twenty-five stories over Detroit, And there's moreUp there, up there, up there.Stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be. within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order. pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste. The transformation of wasteThe transformation of wasteThe transformation of wasteThe transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected—via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man. and to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. All must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. Positive (anarchy must exist.)In background:(i feel it swirling around meI feel it feeling no painI'm waiting above for you babyI know that I'll see you up thereI'm floating in a door backwardOn boundaries over this worldI'm waiting above in the sky, dear Upon a [ ] ...) From Letras Mania