I know I can't think anymore I haven't really got the time for thinking I sometimes think God's laughing at us I've no idea what he is doing Maybe I'm erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising? Maybe I'm flirting with the dark? There's no substance to the modern approach There's no substance to the modern approach There's no substance to the modern approach I don't begrudge the fact at all Taking time for personal things But it's cold, I'm tired and I'm going home To deface this angel of her wings Maybe I'm erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising? Maybe I'm flirting with the dark? There's no substance to the modern approach