Deus - W.C.S. (First Draft) lyrics

My dynamo, dynamo
It's hard to keep the animo
From driftin' away nowadays
The horror, the pain, let's get into details
The bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
The first draft of a worst case scenario

Every thought has it's own way
Of keeping it's flavour
Like a gum for the brain to chew on
Compatible allies and as dead as a dice
It's the thing between nowhere
And the opposite side
It's the something hidden behind
The eloquent surface
Father of fuckups you did it on purpose!
I decline to believe that it's personal
Hey, I know that you do and
I'll hold it against you
It's the bald man's dream to grow hair, baby
But a lame don't need legs


He needs a wheelchair

So if you're to busy in
Having too much to offer
And you can not decide where to go
Do the Low Yo Yo, take a swing at the Dynamo
On a day like this it's hard
To keep the animo from drifting away

One-liner: The Greeks had it carved in
A tombstone 'epigram' they said 'last
Tribute to the dead' well the horror
The pain
And the alphabet, from a to migraine, from
Nausea to z are you listenin' you fool?
You magnificent liar!

Feel free but don't feel too comfortable
It's already quarter to three

Oh they say that time presses
But time isn't pressing
It's just a figure for
Motion and emotional unrest
It's a matter of seeing and of being seen
As far as I'm concerned time
Is the state of my jeans

So if you wanna come down
For some hangin' around
If you wanna come down
For some hangin' around

Oh dynamo, dynamo
It's hard to keep the animo
From driftin' away nowadays
The horror, the pain, let's get into details
The bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
The first draft of a worst case scenario

It's the first draft of a worst case scenario