Texty:
Joy Division

Confusion in her eyes that says it all She's lost control And she's clinging to the nearest passer by She's lost control And she gave away the secrets

singer spoke and confessed She didnt really smoke cigarettes, She said her teenage brother smoldered... On a hot bed of coal in a sterile white room Underneath that Joy Division

(Ooh) Yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah By answering one simple question Am I really gonna relieve your tension Put it all

was there in the backstage when first light came around I grew up like a changeling to wait the first time around I could see all the weakness I could

Radio, live transmission Radio, live transmission Listen to the silence, let it ring on Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun We would have a

This is the room, the start of it all No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain And the bodies

Instants that can still betray us A journey that leads to the sun Soulless and bent on destruction Struggle between right and wrong You take my place

Morning seems strange Almost out of place Searched hard for you And your special ways These days, these days Spent all my time Learnt to kill as art

This is a crisis, I knew had to come Destroying the balance I'd kept Doubting, unsettling and turning around Wondering what will come next Is this the