Do I Know You

Wholesomely connected, Happy commodity

The glory of shopping and fucking

This great freedom, Good fortune to work and play

I think it's the end of the century

Out of the flame, out of the shadow

Unobscured

Look for a glimpse of something good

unshaken, nice (?)

Unobscured

I'll try to think, try to remember

We burned with the same desire

Reality must find it's own fort

Master slave, the games we play

In this open prison

The dominatrix reports to me

But I seek unknown comfort

Out of the flames, out of the shadow

Unobscured

Look for a glimpse of something good

unshaken, nice (?) unobscured

I'll try to think, try to remember

We burned with the same desire

Reality must find it's own fort