Velveteen
Текст песни The Drummer Goes Berserk

Will you sigh for my protective drive?
Enduring with your manuscripted, overcharged denial
Twisted mind, sedated, neutralized
So won't you turn and buy me shots with gently tending eyes?

All that you planned: remade and over-organized

Will you drive?
And let me be on trial?
For not taking the talking part
And ruining our night

All that you planned: remade and over-organized
And never really meant
All that was new due to your big master plan
Simply failed

So give yourself a treat
The drummer goes berserk