• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Mono Vs. Stereo - Orchid
• Aesthetic Dialectic - Orchid
• Boy With No Arms - Orchid
• NJ Vs. Valhalla - Orchid
• Le Desordre, C'est Moi - Orchid
• In G And E - Orchid
• Framecode - Orchid
• Epilouge To A Carcrash - Orchid
• Death Of A Modernist - Orchid
• Mean Son Of A Bitch - Orchid
• Mean S.o.b. - Orchid
• Lucky 13 - Orchid
• Lights Out - Orchid
• Anais Nin By Numbers - Orchid
• The Action Index - Orchid
• Loft Party - Orchid
• No We Don't Have Any T-shirts - Orchid
• O.s.k. - Orchid
• Flip The Tape - Orchid
• Let's Commodify Sexuality - Orchid
• Invasion USA - Orchid
• I Wanna Fight - Orchid
• I Am Nietzche - Orchid
• Hit the Ground - Orchid
• Halving The Bones - Orchid
• Eye Gouger - Orchid
• Don't Rat Out Your Friends - Orchid
• Fashion Meets Passion - Orchid
• Ding Dong Dead - Orchid
• Discourse Of Desire - Orchid
• Destination: Blood! - Orchid
• Class Pictures - Orchid
• Consumed - Orchid
• Chaos Ain't Me - Orchid
• Black Hills - Orchid
• And The Cat Turned To Smoke - Orchid
• Beautification Committee - Orchid
• Angel - Orchid
• A Written Apology - Orchid
• Amherst Pandemonium (part 2) - Orchid
• Amherst Pandemonium (part 1) - Orchid
• 36 Day Syndrome - Orchid
• A Visit From Dr. Goodsex - Orchid
• Stagnant - Orchid
• Weekend At The Fire Academy - Orchid
• To Praise Prosthesis - Orchid
• We Love Prison - Orchid
• Victory Is Ours - Orchid
• Tigers - Orchid
• Thirty Six Day Syndrome - Orchid

don't forget me
when you're at the thrift shop
i'll stare at my shiny shoes
and look back and laugh
"i haven't heard that in a while"
feel the need to roll with the punches
an interest in pseudo-progression

All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
Don't even try
I'm here becuase I was ready to leave
This should mean more but it can't
So dance, dance

Forever is so easy to say
But I can't stand to wait
And be slapped in the face
I'll keep this to myself you can't know
Smile for me
Pretend it's alright
Knocked down what's the use
I can't make you happy
I can't even make you feel anymore
How can you look me in the face and say that
I believe in fear and complacency
What do you believe in

Is this starting to make sense
Bring all your pennies to the five and dime
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Say the things I want to hear
but don't the things we say
That kind of talk is for phone calls at 4am and mix tape nostalgia
It's to quiet
Every word means something different

What true project has been lost
Slip of the fingertips
What true project has been lost
Snake eyes and a slit wrist
Contest the totality complete self destruction
All the watches stop when the first brick was thrown
Chaos is me Le Desordre C'est Moi

I wish I could give you more than this
A save lifer
I wish I could hold your hand
And have it always feel safe

Five, six and ten
Reworking my reality
Let the record play
Trancending practicality
Hand and hoof
Toes and teeth
I've done it again
Let the record play
Let the record play
Reworking my reality
Trancending practicality
Let the record play
Five, six and ten

You say you miss those days
But we did it right
Quit the habit started smoking again
I was crying you where laughing
Hit in the face
Blood on the snow

When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth

With closed eyes,
You close your fist
They tell you what to see.
Long arm fell short,
You're property.
Until you earn enough to own.

With closed eyes
You close your fist
They tell you what to see
Long arm fell short
You're property
Until you earn enough to own

Open your mouth a little bit wider
wider, wider, wider
you dance better than anyone i know
i know, i know, i know.
the only songs that exist are the ones
i hear when we touch.

You are, you are, and you are...
And I am your warm body-
How bad does it hurt?
I feel nothing
But you breathe through me through you-
It passes through me-slides off like rain
Breath through me, breathe through you, breathe
You bite my lip when we kiss-
-it bleeds and I fall in love-

I sweat everytime you smoke,
And I've never seen anything like this.
When you wear that it drives me crazy.
I've never seen anything like this.
Sometimes I forget.

This isn't for you
This isn't for you
I speak in tounges
Teen face for the dream date
That girl wears black jeans
Paint it all black
Yea paint it all black
This isn't for you
Teen face for the dream date
That girl wears black jeans

You tell me that passion's passe.
You're just in it for the breaks.
Well the breaks break me down,
Now how does that sound?
And in 1999 all the kid stood in line,
But now our party's a bore and we don't care.
We'll take Brooklyn over Manhattan any day of the week.
And our party's mistake will be our capability to think.
We got it. You want it.
Don't have it? You flaunt it.

Classified with that shit I can't stand.
Gave myself a hand for the grandstand.
It's no fun being the "postmodern posterchild,"
When no one knows what that is.
What gives when content takes a holiday
and the kids have nothing left to say?
well we're here today.
Here today.
We're here.
So buy a record from that band you can't stand,
but don't you dare take a stand.

For the love of hate,
for the pretty ones.
Tear off this face, and
I'll still be singled out.
Eat the candy (shit) you deserve
I'll be sure to step on your toes.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
Sinserity trips me up.
Laugh as I stumble.
One day...

You and me make out in your car 'till our lips bleed.
The tape flips over and over again.
I stop breathing.
The tape flips over and over again.

I've never seen a scene like this.
It's not like the parties we have.
I like it too much.
Screw just because you want to.
Screw because it's fun.
Screw because they don't want you to.
No useless leniency.
Capture the crests
Capture the violence
Make it accessible
Make it sing our song.
I wear pink because all the girls do.
How about you?
Transitions are smooth with a hand up my skirt.
Sex sells more records than rock.

Tear up the cul-de-sac it's all the rage
Tear up the cul-de-sac fevered sensation
Revolt against recreation
Spit back what you taught us
Rebellion on the roller rink

This is a letter to you:
"Hey friend, you don't know me,
but you think you do
and I want you too
I'm everybody's friend
and I'm personally connected with you
This song's on the house
and this one's for you
I don't like the way you're treating me,
I want a fight. Settle it right.
I forgot your name but I'd be happy to

"to hear something new is hard and
painful for the ear. We hear the music
of forigners badly."
i make the sounds you can't understand-
this is my critique!
this is my subversion!
this is my revolution!
i make the sounds that you can't
understand. My fingers, my voice
slide into every orifice.
You (I) own these words.
This is friendship.
That's what friends are for-
I AM NIETZSCHE!
1886 was a very good year- and
you know this to be true.

Scream your name
To the deafest of the dumb.
The darker the better,
I still shake when I see you,
That's not alright.
I want to rip you to pieces
Kiss you until you remember what I meant to you.
I will try my hand at forever.

Too late for never
I've kissed my last goodbye
you won't kill me, I'm dead
How far it's gone
to save the face I've lost long ago
I was lost without you

You better watch the fuck out,
this is d--e--str--uc--tion.
Change the sheets for company,
we may never leave.
Rainbows and spit that last forever.
Rainbows and spit

Books in face, books on tape,
Sweet success, I've lost the weight.
It's a dream...
The ante gets upped every time
Evolution lets us down,
There are too many of them, and not
Enough of us. 2"
Join the lowbrow elite.
Education gets IV'ed.
Kids need ventilation,
We'll give it to them.

Misaligned misaligned.
Where does my allegiance go?
My heart spits soul.
That's just the way it goes.
Cut off t-shirts make me feel fierce
and you're the dearest to my heart.

your wife hates you.
we're doing doughnuts on your lawn.
it's hard to look good all the time
isn't it? drag the bones out.
"this wine tastes so sweet"
well it tastes like turpentine to me.
drag the bones out one by one

Discourse of desire.
Artifice fueled by oils and balms.
Rosy cheeks are for pinching and my body's mine to touch.
That's what I get.
Love myself
That's what I get.
Fuck myself.
That's what I get.
That's what I get.

This is our party
We pick the records
We set the dresscode
And make love on the dance floor.

You're charitable objectivity doesn't exist.
Aesthetic historical is not dialectical
because the reference is gone.
Where did it go? A past so far gone.
My body of work is exploitation,

mouth wide shut try not to breathe
packaged idiocy what they want you to be
"i'll eat that shit up with a spoon"
makes it easy. managable.
unseen overseer.
makes it easier to swallow
spoonful of sugar bowlful of shit
they want you weak and stupid
congratulations

Your chaos ain't me.
It's a hat that I put on and I wore it for too long.
And I hate to break your little heart,
But chaos definitely ain't you,
No matter what the shirt says.
Buy a book.
Read up.

It's too hot here,
Not my kind of town.
But I can smell you, even
Though you are miles away.
I put my hand on my stomach,
And pretend it's yours.
Leave on the lights,
Hand on my back, mouth on
My mouth-I need to feel you
Near me.

We smiled and said,
"I'll see you this summer."
But we both knew it was over.
That's just what you say to someone
Who's dying.
That's just what you say.
This is to us.
Our hands fit, at least for a while.
I miss the face, I miss the taste.

Maybe we should blow this town up.
You, me, and some dynamite.
We'll hold hands and watch it burn.
Breaking windows and chalking words...my heart is beating so fast.
i can hardly breathe.
Maybe we should blow this whole town up.

kiss my hand. i'm gone.
you're my angel.
forget my name.
isn't it funny how things happen?
since when was i the lucky one?
judged by letters, judged by your eyes.
stolen breath, stolen glances.

I can't go home
tail between my legs
face to the wind
face to the wind
sick of disapointing
sick of disapointments
nothing's good enough
when nothing's good
i can only say i'm sorry
it all seems so hopeless
no help for the helpless
tired forever

You all talk the same,
Calling out.
Your turned to facts,
Calling out,
"The old guard is dead!"
"The old guard is dead!"
"The old guard is dead; I've seen it with my own eyes!"

You own.
You own everything.
That's why there is nothing new.
That is the face of the change.
All in all,
This is the face of the change.
Why not face it?
I've seen the old guard running around.
All of these kids are cops in my town.
I've seen the old guard run us down.
You...
This is the face of change.
Face of the one.

I miss you arms around me,
If I only knew this would be our last kiss.
My best was never good enough
But, you were my favorite mistake.

Purse you lips and pump your hips
And purse your lips and pump your hips.
I can't begin to understand...
God damn. God damn. God damn.
I start sweating about the time your hand hits my back.
I can't begin to understand...
God damn. God damn. God damn.
We were kissing an hour before our lips met.
I never wanted to have sex till you asked me.
God damn. God damn. I'm a brand new man.

Deny the existence of...
Your philosophical orgasm.
Come down off your soapbox
It's been stood on before.
So much pride in you stagnant idea
Preaching the sermon to the converted.
Tunnel vision.
Rejection.
I'm still looking for answers,
But your answers leave me with more questions.
It fits into your comfortable life
Not everybody has it so easy.
Deny.

How quaint you can spit farther than me
Your life straight from a movie scene
Now on a movie screen
Sliver skies and black eyes
I want a peice of cake
Get your hands off my presents
Kiss on the face
Slap on the cheek. I'll be the one who takes my chances
Sort of sad, isn't it
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.

A machine put in my baboon heart.
And thanks to my new hip I can walk again.
What's so good about being human?
Just a construct-changing definition,
For changing boundries.
My iron lung helps me breathe.
And third glass eye helps keep up appearances.

Got time to learn?
Discipline. Discipline.
What's his face said
What's his name?
All the same.
What's the date?
I can't recall a thing.
Good god, dole it out.
Good god, dole it out
'cause I've been so bad.
So bad, so bad. Good god
Dole it out cause he's always home
and the belt's always off. Good god
Dole it out because I need to be told exactly
what to do.

I was born in 1968.
I was born in '68,
And I'm born again!
Fresh face for the stenciled walls.
Debord is always right here
And get scared again, cause I'm reborn.

I kiss the girls that speak Marcuse.
I kiss the boys that speak Foucault.
I love the kids that know Adorno
and snub their nose at kids who don't.
I make love in theory and touch myself in practise.
What's good for the posture is good for the pose.

I miss you arms around me
If I only knew this would be our last kiss
My best was never good enough
But, you were my favorite mistake