Lyrics Poets of the Fall

Poets of the Fall

Psychosis

Well it's a different man in your face

And so out of place

That you can see anything there that you wish

Kiss my bliss

It's like I'm a welcoming freakshow doormat

Held in awe while growing fat in the head

This is where we all should see red

A big fat wet slab of red

And I see that it makes me anti everything

And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin

Revelation leading to my psychosis and inspiration

Digest another hallucination, psychosis by recreation

Happy till the next deterioration, psychosis

For you it's a different notion of music and motion

A dance of lights, a prosaic ocean

A delicate, nearly transparent creation of somebody's soul on the screen

Has caught you in between

Of somebody's life on the stage and somebody's life on the frontpage

And this is where we all should see red

A big fat laughing mouth of red

And I see that it makes me anti everything

And I see that it makes me want to shed my skin, shed my skin

I think I'm gonna start my own religion

Seems to be the recipe for a new sensation

Think it's gonna make a trendy revolution

Quite the contribution to the unnatural selection