Foretaste - That Smiling Man lyrics

THAT SMILING MAN HOW STRANGE IS THE WAY / YOU LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR HOW COLD WHERE MY HANDS / WHEN YOU OPENED THE DOOR – EVERYTHING! / EVERYTHING IS RED TODAY IN THE SHOW / I'M THE ARCHITECT OF DEATH THE BLOND IS DEAD, THE VOICE WAS RIGHT MY NERVOUS SYSTEM GET ITS CURE HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE SAID GOD JUST WANNA BE TELEVISED HOW LONG WAS THE TRACK / WATCHING TEENS IN THE PARK PAIN INSIDE MY VEINS / AND IN MY HEAD IT'S WORTH SACRIFIED / SACRIFIED TO CLEAN IT ALL SURGERY / TO REMOVE THE INFECTION THE BLOND IS DEAD, THE VOICE WAS RIGHT MY NERVOUS SYSTEM GET ITS CURE HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE SAID GOD JUST WANNA BE TELEVISED HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE DONE TO GET MY MYSTIC MEDECINE HOW MANY TIMES MUST IT BE SAID GOD JUST WANNA BE TELEVISED