Volatile Times — IAMX

Look at me, what have I become? I am lost, I was once; be gentle, man. But the thief came out in my London town, so I must leave you now, but I will remember the ups and the downs.

Goodbye my friends, goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it’s funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times

Look at me in the apocalypse, my European guilt expecting instant fix. I imagine all the brutal services of ancient infidels, of all the wounded and the crying witches.

I drove through countries like a marching funeral in the search of Fools and Utopias, along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls, filling their heavy hearts with slung religion and Coca-Cola. Every book is read, I'm paralyzed. Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired...