Amanda Jones - Hate Dept.

You in the back

Hiding in the shadows still

Alone in your head

With nothing to touch or feel

A wick or a fire

Orange, silent, flickering black

Nothing is real

But tugging on this electric wire

(Electric wire)

Amanda Jones

Serving the frail

A worthless pending promise trap

The faces are dead

In violence, a floor is packed

It echoes the fears

Cold, empty, sentenced to fail

Escaping instead

To flashes of light and pounding ears

Pounding ears

Amanda Jones

Play us a track

Cue a sound that reflects our world

Keep it alive

Controls of a grey-eyed girl

Selections are made

The angry, distant songs of attack

Touch the deprived

Revelry in the last of the fade

The last of the fade

The last of the fade

Amanda

Amanda