Lyrics
«Sensoria"_Microphonies_Cabaret Voltaire
His head is not his memory
Visions coming, one, two, three
Trickle up, trickle down
Wearily, we come unwound
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
In hard times, hard thrills
Reaching for the chosen pills
Dragnets will pull you in
Tell you that you’re deep in sin
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
In hard times, hard thrills
Reaching for the chosen pills
Dragnets will pull you in
Tell you that you’re deep in sin
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
Once you were a lonely playboy
Heading for a simple joy
Trickles up, trickles down
Frankly, I don’t give a damn
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
In hard times, hard thrills
Reaching for the chosen pills
Dragnets will pull you in
Tell you that you’re deep in sin
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
Her new father, where and when?
Reaching for a giddy end
Like a girl on a rainy day
Have the needs to keep it sane
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
Senses reaching fever pitch
Reaching for a giddy end
Like a girl on a rainy day
Have the needs to keep it sane
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
His head is not his memory
Visions coming, one, two, three
Trickle up, trickle down
Wearily, we come unwound
In hard times, hard thrills
Reaching for the chosen pills
Dragnets will pull you in
Tell you that you’re deep in sin
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
Have the needs to keep them sane
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria
Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria