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Kiss + Swallow

by IAMX

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1.
Do you pay for your crimes? Does the punishment fit or drag your style to zero? You’re nothing till the weekend If you think that you’re the thrill Take a look at your life, you kneel before your heroes You’re nothing till the weekend Could you care for the blind? Tell me all in all they’re just your kind of zeros Something for the weekend And if you think that you can spell Make a list of the cunts you’d send to hell and send them Send them on the weekend Echo echo, I know it’s a sin to kiss and swallow Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow Do you care for the blind? Tell me all in all they’re just your kind of zeros Something for the weekend And if you think that you can spell Make a list of the cunts you’d send to hell and send them Send them on the weekend Echo echo, I know it’s a sin to kiss and swallow Echo echo, a kick in the head to kill the hollow Are you listening? Now, in the narrower sense I can hold you down By candlelight with indifference Let the comfort stop I love you on your right side It happens The promise is broken The reason is let go It happens Are you listening? I know it’s a sin but tell me it happens
2.
Sailor 05:13
In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor I think dirt – a suicide jump to run a self check Oh my girl, do you only like the younger or the braindead? Three way, freeway Take me like a sailor Three way, freeway Wanna be a sailor Quick step, boy girl Love me like you love her A knee jerk, slow work Wanna be a sailor In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor In our cell you ask me do I wanna be a sailor A child-like lipstick fight before the nose dive My princess, do you only like the easy and the snowblind? Three way, freeway Take me like a sailor Three way, freeway Wanna be a sailor Quick step, boy girl Love me like you love her A knee jerk, slow work Wanna be a sailor Like a fever I wanna be a sailor
3.
The least wishes are orders Born, raised and cornered I was kept, fed and watered They tied me to the radiator Kicked around and locked down Left in the cold to self-harm This is all that I know Naked but safe and lifelessly yours Keep me fed, keep me watered Naked but safe
4.
Simple Girl 04:43
The perfect taste that leaves your mouth The vodka tongue that spits it out Violate me, January victim All my life I’ve wasted for this Violate me, show me your religion All my time I’ve waited Simple girl I need you in the world And so the kiss became the cold After the crash and my cosmetic lows You resurrect me, stand me to attention Take my voices, learn to love them You’re the Christmas, promising the summer All my life I’ve waited Simple girl I need you in the world Want you in the world
5.
Mercy 06:04
Mercy – well I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me Mercy – I’m frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me Mercy – when I’m nothing but ego you slap me to let go and sleep free Now I sleep free You’re my toybox and my memories When I smell your skin you just make my whole world weep I’m at your feet Mercy – when the grey turns to black and the wave’s on my back you make me smile Mercy – it’s the trauma and martyr you crush into pleasure and downtime Mercy – it’s the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline You’re my lifeline I’m the idiot to your poetry When you burn you bleach everything and all I need Is at your feet Mercy – are the licks and the lips of temptation just tricks not for playing? Mercy – are you the camera suck gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being? Mercy – are you everything which put the sex into bitch or just faking? Do you fake it? So I celebrate your chemistry If you bond with me, I could make your whole world sweet I’m on my knees
6.
He takes your face and positions it to take your mouth You bite, you bite to excite yourself He wants the colour of you to wear and feel alive And you bite, and I’m awake and I’m the slave tonight You lie, you lie to spare my life You needed it, he tasted you inside out Say it Your joy, your joy is my low So you wash yourself to start again Your joy, your joy is my low When you crack the whip I crawl again You shift the play, push the curve to sit between your thighs It’s a sign, it’s time to exercise the lines You want the double cut through to wet, invade and slide So you slide, and I’m awake and I’m the slave tonight You lie, you lie to spare my life You needed it, he tasted you inside out Say it Your joy, your joy is my low So you wash yourself to start again Your joy, your joy is my low When you crack the whip I crawl again
7.
Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring Returns me To the death wish And all my epiphanies that branded me and broke my knees Confirms me Into the death wish Misfits for free, a gravity pure expression tears And pulls them Into the death wish And all our accessories that concentrate the pain and tease Embrace them With the deathwish Are we pretending? ’cause I like pretending Are we machines obsolete, alone With symbiotic Self indulgence? And if we dig deep, the circuitry burnt out bends Into neurotic Repetition But your silver skin soothes my aching curses and Reminds me That you’re worth it The whole world’s insanities, the bleeding hearts and tragedies Won’t distract me From the deathwish Are we pretending? ’cause I like pretending
8.
You stick it in me Then you go to her And then you touch me Life question You touch me, my voice breaks Crawling in the grass I fake rape I love you, you sex clown I try to fill the hole when you clamp down I have blood so hurt me
9.
Skin Vision 05:09
I’ll kill myself today If we choose devotion over low life I’ll kill myself today If we put direction into a world with no daylight Violent roleplay Codeine, champagne The brainwash came free Love you, leave me With your skin vision and your leatherette eyes You make me come We glitter in the gutter And silence what we come from I’ll kill myself today If we pull the punches and the sex drive I’ll kill myself and name Make the cut to castrate and take me to the frontline Berlin, Tokyo Bloodlust, type O Ghosts of parties Need you, hate me With your skin vision and your leatherette eyes You make me come We glitter in the gutter And silence what we come from I know who you are I know who you are We can keep the secret I know where you come from
10.
Missile 03:36 video
So you came like a missile Falling on my head with the black sky Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away Then you came with your breeze blocks Smashing up my face like a bus stop Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away Like the drunk you convinced was sober You keep me falling over Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away With the best of intentions You tried to give an ocean directions Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away So you came like a missile Leaving me the whole world in exile Think you’re giving but you’re taking my life away
11.
You might keep me alive But I can let you down any time that I like Shoot down your absolute form in the primitive I can’t see the point in the sense you were born with Everybody’s someone else’s freak Every cure is someone else’s disease White suburb impressionism Break my neck or my fall Burn all the bridges and breach every wall The sweetest of touches, the violent caress The time of your life for the marks that you left on me Everybody’s someone else’s freak Every cure is someone else’s disease White suburb impressionism Never argue with these idiots They drag you down to their level and beat you with ignorance Am I through? I haven’t even started I can’t see the point in the sense you were born with Call me when the whole regression is complete I’ll take you on, a piece at a time
12.
Heatwave 05:12
She moves the street way A hitched up skirt, a symptom of the heatwave She let’s go lowgrade So we can stay close to 4am the next day If it’s for five years I get a fantasy breeding babies in my nightmares If she goes the street way I get a peepshow free and a pressure drop to get laid If you’re asking, well I’ve just started on my breakdown If you need to know I’ve just started on my breakdown She moves the street way A pretty sweet blonde, an illusion of the heatwave I see her legs to shoulders And picture myself as a missionary soldier She kicks my mouth shut Make me go down take a pleasure pill to throw up She moves the street way So anything goes to release me from the heatwave If you’re asking, well I’ve just started on my breakdown If you need to know I’ve just started on my breakdown
13.
I-Polaroids 03:55
I get up and I only wanna go to sleep I wake up to cheap tricks living plays on me She says my confusion shows as the holes in me I say I’m too thirsty to think, need a drink ’cause I lost my soul to the needle, to the ink And she knows how she kills me with her Polaroids I know that you wish I never had been born And I guess that you’ll give me more to cry for She says kids are cruel to be but cool to fear I say apart from the shit that I’m in, I am lead I can get disconnected, I can get so dead And she knows how she kills me with her Polaroids

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released July 13, 2004

Performed, Produced, Mixed & probably Mutilated by Chris Corner
Music & Lyrics by Chris Corner
Additional lyrics by Ian Pickering, Sue Denim
Other Voice: Sue Denim
Violin: Audrey Morse
Created at The Den, London, UK
Inspiration: Circuitry, Sex & Suzy
Thanks to anyone who needs it

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