Remedy Lane

And so I find myself here once again, first step down Remedy Lane.
Budapest you tore my world apart, well, here I am.
Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes
But now I'm back to shake that from my life.

Ending Theme, Ending Theme
Ripping at the seams, for an opening.

Back again at Deak Ter - I know I could have left her there
It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear
The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest
Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?
To rest in my...

Ending Theme, Ending Theme
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

"to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be
sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door
and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know
'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed?
blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know
but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you
but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know..."

To be honest I don't know what I'm looking for...
Lying here, watching you leave through that door.



And sex was always there from when I was only eight years, tempting me, leaving me thirsty
Sweat, skin, a pulse divine to balance this restless mind, it seemed so wonderfully physical
Oh the blood, the lust, the bodies that color the world: all drugs to die for! Won't you share my fire?
How can love make that world a minefield of forbidden ground?
A map of untouchable skin and silenced desire?

And love was there in vain, profound and deep but traced with pain
Loving the pure and sane he sought the goddess unstained, watching them turn to flesh again
Hungry for both the purity and sin
Life seemed to him merely like a gallery of how to be
And he was always much more human than he wished to be
But there is a logic to his world, if they could only see

Wishing - Sickened - Ill - Ticking

Someone still this hunger, always growing stronger
Budapest I'm learning, Budapest you're burning me

This is not who I wanted to be, this is not what I wanted to see
She's so young so why don't I feel free now that she is here under me?

Naked - Touching - Soft - Clutching

And then after all it lead me here to wake up again
Seeking a love that might make me feel free in myself but then it proves to be
Something that hurts inside when we touch, so I move on, I lose my way
Astray I'm trying too much to feel unchained, to burn out this sense of feeling cold
And every day I seek my prey: someone to taste and to hold
I feel alive during the split second when they smile and meet my eyes
But I could cry 'cause I feel broken inside

Come and drown with me, the undertow will sweep us away
And you will see that I'm addicted to my honesty
Trust, 'cause after all my sense of truth once brought me here
But I've lost control and I don't know if I am true to my soul
I've lost control and I don't know if I am true to my soul
Losing control and I don't know if I am true at all.

And we were always much more human than we wished to be...

And I remember when you said you've been under him, I was suprised to feel such pain
And all those years of being faithful to you, despite the hunger flowing through my veins
And I have always tried to calm things down, swallow down, swallow down
"It's just another small thorn in my crown"
But suddenly one day there was too much blood in my eyes, and I had to take this walk down
Remedy Lane of whens and whys...

Empty - Licking - Clean - Choking

Someone still this hunger, always growing stronger
Budapest I'm learning, Budapest I'm burning me
This is not who I wanted to be, this is not what I wanted to see

She's so young so why I don't feel free now that she's under me?
In the morning she's going away in a Budapest taxi I've paid
Seeking freedom I touched the untouched, it's too much...I'm beyond the pale...

Prematurity is truly the story of both you and me, and we were always much more human than we wished to be
We were always much more human than we wished to be
We will always be more human than we wish to be
We will always be so much more human than we wish to be.