I like to dissect girls
There are no more barriers to cross
Who am I?
Some kind of abstraction

And though I can hide my face
You can shake my hand
And feel flesh
Maybe can even sense
Our lifestyles are probably the same
I am simply not here

I don’t hope for a new world
Better for anyone
Doesn’t matter if it was 20 or 40
I have to return some videotapes

Swing, swing, swing
Like a cowboy
Swing, swing, swing
Like a storm
Swing, swing, swing
The pain inside
Swing, swing, swing
Your heart alive

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip
From my face thru my acts

I feel lethal on the verge of frenzy

Swing, swing, swing
Just once
Swing, swing, swing
Just one more time
Swing, swing, swing
I wanna feel
Swing, swing, swing
I know the insides

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip
From my face thru my acts