Can't Stop

I've had a masochistic kiss of death

Of discontent wall to wall

A hoodlum shrine for nothing more

That went beyond the steel and call

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

But I was keen to do the perfect

Not what Angels do discriminate

Against black and white

I'm alright

And isn't it time

Your socks pulled up

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

It's like some voyeuristic tradition

Of naked hate

More and more

A feeble kind of subtlety

That's lost beneath veneers of shocks

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

I can't stop falling

I can't stop