"MAD MACHIN!"
In a savannah enraged by sandstorms. . .
"MAD MACHIN!"
. . . I chase down my prey on a dashing motorcycle.
"MAD MACHIN!"
It isn`t logical, this fire burning in my breast.
"MAD MACHIN!"
If l`m with you, we may share the same dream.
I don`t want to coolmy ragingpassion. . .
. . . until my sadness is torn to shreds.
"Don`t stop your love, your love. . . "
"Tell me what do you want, tell me how do you feel. "
You and I are like wounded beasts. . .
. . . with sparks in starving eyes.
When, for an instant, I look back, afraid. . .
. . . my heartbeat does a painful dance.
"Tell me what do you want, tellme how do you feel. "
"Mad Machine. . . "
"MAD MACHIN!"
I don`t know about tomorrow and all. . .
"MAD MACHIN!"
. . . all I want is someone with whom I can knock around.
. . . aIll want is someone with whom I can knock around.
verything is melting away; it`s such a sadjoke. . .
. . . that coolstares are more tender than sympathy.
"Feeling so bad, so bad"
"Tellme what do you want, tellme how do you feel. "
Time flies, and pursues us. . .
. . . Iike a wounded beast seeking release from its pain.
My awakening wildnature has a hold on me. . .
. . . and the more masks I remove, the more woman lbecome.
. . . and the more masks I remove, the more woman I become.
They at it again ?
Yep . . .
OK !
However sad I may be, there is a place where I cannot cry;
. . . the danger zone that freezes even starlight.
There are times meaningless even to consolation;
. . . sadsongs that grow on top of one another.
"Go on. . . " Just keep on running. . .
. . . while you play the beat, which you can do only now.
"You got a body heat" Dance in the thrill.
"You got a heart beat" Romance burns.
Fixyour eyes on a positive now, instead of yesterday.
Believe in your true self, over anyone else.
"You got the body heat tonight!"
"You got a body heat"
Silver droplets of the shatteredprism ofsadness drench my smile.
Everyone who swims in the ocean of light holds their pain close. . . "Midnight Dreaming. "
Though the noise of the bustling city may sneak up and knock on the door of my memory. . .
. . . I don `t want to be defeated by the speed of time.
There fore, I will now change tear drops into bravery, and run off. . .
. . . because I was born with a wildheart.
Everyone overcomes unseen walls in the search for love.
Remember things that hurt and you will come to know true tenderness.
"Never mind" I will fly with scarred wings. . .