Michelle
You ever shining ever fucked crystal
I belong to you just like you belong to me
You're my unsolved mystery, but you caught a sparrow so have
fun with it.
It's a matter of time until the next eruption, if ever, and
time is on my side tonight, but on your side too.

Michelle, it's the impossible game of protraction,
contraction and violent sadistic attraction.
I'm the master of my game, just like your the master of all
your I don't know what's.
Its simple electricity, you fuck. What is watt?

Exploding atoms over a phone booth in Asia, Europe,
Amsterdam and Manchester.
We don't need weed; we choose energy, explosions and tick
tocks, fire arms click-clocks.
I play instruments while you play me.

Michelle, you're my unfinished sin-phony, the ever scrambled
letters, the ever fucked letter, my ever lovely leather.
My "this is hardcore" is actually your lip-sync dance of a
thousand impossible movements.
Michelle, this is about you solely, this isn't about
television this time.

You're the master plan, the obsession, my OCD as in
October's Cripple Dick.

It's a brand new era and we both should rule and lead, after
all, we're both from the same cycle, running in circles
after our invisible tails.
I write and play while you command.

Oh Michelle, you ever shining, ever fucked crystal.

I want you now

I think I love you.