Whitehouse (band) - Cruise (Force The Truth) lyrics

(?) No bruises cuts or plaster casts No black eyes tears or hospital white linen fetish gear (?) Because it's not there Not over those (?) sensible clothes Over those puckered (?) (?) You'll have to make up the truth Fantasize the details, force the obvious (?) There are not enough details There are no f**ing details No facts Just the loud noted absence Some titillating history Some family snaps No bruises, no cuts no plaster casts No black eyes, no tears No hospital white linen fetish gear Where's the reflection, it's not there Not all over those sensible clothes Not on those puckered (?) You'll have to make it up Fantasize the details, force the obvious I've had to listen to those sick f**ing invalids for what seems Like my entire life and worse, I've wanted to buy What precious little they had to sell Right now I'm seriously f**ing sick of it Seriously f**ing tired of their filthy lies and half-brained Sales stumbles and then their complete condescension I'm bored with their jobs and I'm sick of pitched second-hand experience I think there are better ways to (?) and I'm searching for greater acknowledgement and display For grief Pain is s**ed hard through grief And I'll pay to see it spotlit It's better when it's not positioned and sold I'll even believe in what they call human Where's the reflection, it's not there Not over those sensible clothes Over those puckered (?) You'll have to make it up Fantasize the details, force the obvious I've had to listen to those sick f**ing invalids for what seems Like my entire life and worse, I've wanted to buy What precious little they had to sell Right now I'm seriously f**ing sick of it, sick of it Seriously f**ing tired of their filthy lies and half-brained Sales stumbles and then their complete condescension I'm bored with their jobs and sick of pitched second-hand experience I think there are better places to sink to and I'm searching for greater acknowledgement and display Especially for grief Pain is s**ed hard through grief And I'll pay to see it spotlit It's better when it's positioned and sold I'll even believe in what they call human I'll even believe, I'll even believe in what they call human Would you like to help us? Do you get what you want? Who cares for you anyway nowadays? What do you think of yourself? Do you ever say no to anybody? How far do you let them go? Afterwards, do you ever complain? How long do you spend with each? Do you know what you want? Do you know what you f**ing want? Do you get what you want? What do you mean by faith? Do you know jesus christ never existed? Did you know it's a f**ing myth? Who told you that? What kind of toilet paper do you prefer? Is there a song you'd like to hear? Are you sleeping well? Do you need to sit down? Does it always hurt? Can I pour you a drink? What are you doing about your skin? Has s** been a way to escape your problems? What does s** mean to you anyway? Does alcohol help? Do you feel depressed afterwards? Isn't it extraordinary to do what you're doing for free? Do others do it because they enjoy it? Do you get what you want? What are you getting out of it? Does it hurt you emotionally? Why are you scared of pain? Who can you talk to? Are you really happy with the way you look? What do you think of yourself? What could you have done differently? Could you possibly help us? What do you think of yourself? What do you think of yourself? Do you lie on your bed in thought? Do you wonder about what your parents, do you know what they think? Would lying to mummy make you feel bad? Right now what would she say to you? What would daddy think? Does your granny know? Do you remember when you were young? And was this part of the dream?