W.C.S. (First Draft) - dEUS

My dynamo, dynamo

It’s hard to keep the animo

From driftin' away nowadays

The horror, the pain, let’s get into details

The bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo

The first draft of a worst case scenario

Every thought has its own way of keeping its flavour

Like a gum for the brain to chew on

Compatible allies and as dead as a dice

It’s the thing between nowhere and the opposite side

It’s the something hidden behind the eloquent surface

Father of fuckups you did it on purpose!

I decline to believe that it’s personal

Hey, I know that you do and I’ll hold it against you

It’s the bald man’s dream to grow hair, baby

But a lame don’t need legs, he needs a wheelchair

So if you’re to busy in having too much to offer

And you can not decide where to go

Do the Low Yo Yo, take a swing at the Dynamo

On a day like this it’s hard to keep the animo from

Drifting away

One-liner: The Greeks had it carved in

A tombstone.

'epigram' they said 'last

Tribute to the dead' well the horror, the pain

And the alphabet, from a to migraine, from

Nausea to z

Are you listenin' you fool?

You magnificent liar!

Feel free but don’t feel too comfortable

It’s already quarter to three

Oh they say that time presses

But time isn’t pressing

It’s just a figure for motion and emotional unrest

It’s a matter of seeing and of being seen

As far as I’m concerned time is the state of my

Jeans

So if you wanna come down for some hangin' around

If you wanna come down for some hangin' around (x3)

Oh dynamo, dynamo

It’s hard to keep the animo

From driftin' away nowadays

The horror, the pain, let’s get into details

The bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo

The first draft of a worst case scenario

It’s the first draft of a worst case scenario (x12)