Quote "talking about music is like dancing to architecture" (Frank Zappa) | Cure1. Str. You can hide me under carpets You can brush me in the trash You will cover veils with darkness You will justify my death You pretend I am a liar You will spit me in the eyes You appraise and find me guilty You will laugh at your applause Ref. Like a secret stab in my back You refuse to believe But now I’m back I am back 2. Str. You are the tamer of loving kindness The ambassador of pain You're the marten in my new car The redeemer of my zeal I am smiling out of madness I am shining like a star The solution for your sadness The target for your guilt Ref. Like a secret stab in my back You refuse to believe But now I’m back I am back |