It's an erratic cinematic
The dark side of love
Will seek us out
There's no hiding from above
A transaction of two motives is sordid but devoted
It's the passion that's promoted by the dusk
Well, the pictures can't play it out
The pictures can't play it out
Cinematic dreams never reach the screens
Nothing ever works for postmodern machines
The pictures can't play it out
The pictures can't play it out
Cinematic dreams don’t reach the screens
Nothing ever works for postmodern machines
Instinctive and vindictive
Evidently addicted
I know it works for you
You boldly depicted
This ghost town fiction
Although half of it I know is true
And I see it on the film
In the flames of all our thrills
Crudely rolling downhill
But our eyes don't ever seem to shoot the action
We force ourselves to find another picture
The pictures can't play it out
The pictures can't play it out
Cinematic dreams never reach the screens
Nothing ever works for postmodern machines
The pictures can't play it out
The pictures can't play it out
Cinematic dreams never reach the screens
Nothing ever works for postmodern machines
The pictures can't play it out
The pictures can't play it out
Cinematic dreams never reach the screens
Nothing ever works for postmodern machines
The pictures can't play it out
The pictures can't play it out
Cinematic dreams don’t reach the screens
Nothing ever works for postmodern machines
In a cinematic dream
Resides the hard-hitting extreme
I don't want to please the masses
I just want to keep you asking
Is it real?
In a cinematic dream
Resides the hard-hitting extreme
I don't want to please the masses
I just want to keep you asking
Is it real?