hyperred pop song

Flavour of the month,

Great Escape thru a back door,

The Sun in a collapsed basement,

Pink shades in grey November,

All outside reality,

So stupid I gave myself to you.

Defiance to the numbers,

Earthquake to idle citizens,

Flowers in the woods of rubber,

Stinks of halothane,

All out of reality,

So stupid I gave myself to you.

There's voltage everywhere,

So brutal,

So violent,

I had to lie down the ground,

So brutal,

So reckless,

I had to lie down,

And let myself be taken,

Shaken,

So sinful,

So reckless,

I spin in Satan's grin,

O dear, what have I done?

Flavour of the month,

Masks and irrationality,

A soul I shall forsake,

Despair and faulty inertiae,

No grasp of reality,

So deep I gave myself to you.