Friedberg Lyrics

I was never here, I surrender, I wont go there, I wont go
I was never here, I surrender, I wont go there, I wont go
The prettist child in the wax gallery
The instruments of pleasure, bow and arrow
Animation through mechanical means
Stage machinery and the tongues of libertines
Mars is beating the child, while the mother sits by
Artillery reflects in her water, noone has clean finger nails
I was never here, I surrender, I wont go there, I wont go
I was never here, I surrender, I wont go there, I wont go
So I turned to the other side and I found it cold out here
No figure of time, ill and undermined
I like to be on my ship, and the wind, and the wind
Through the stage machinery, through a bottle of whiskey
In the doll house, white walls, white walls
The puppets disappear
Crushed to dust