Furor
Worship me
And forgive me
Torture me
The pain's cleansing
Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I'll often die
Torment me
And forget me
Posturing is painstaking
Shapes going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I wonder why
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)
We've come forever (It's all around and up and down)
And our hate's on a road
Bending and bending and bending over
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)
When all your hopes and dreams, they flutter
Flicker between the moon and sun
To trust is inadvertently painstaking
But it's a must to endure this plight for ecstasy
Why must everything complicate when all we want is to procrastinate?
Waiting, praying, decaying, dying
I feel about all this romance... I feel slave
Gone
Shun the whore
He's shown me more
Sex and drugs, but I feel nothing
Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I'll often die
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)
Shut up
And forgive me
Torture me
The pain's cleansing
Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I'll often die
Torment me
And forget me
Posturing is painstaking
Shapes going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I wonder why
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)
We've come forever (It's all around and up and down)
And our hate's on a road
Bending and bending and bending over
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)
When all your hopes and dreams, they flutter
Flicker between the moon and sun
To trust is inadvertently painstaking
But it's a must to endure this plight for ecstasy
Why must everything complicate when all we want is to procrastinate?
Waiting, praying, decaying, dying
I feel about all this romance... I feel slave
Gone
Shun the whore
He's shown me more
Sex and drugs, but I feel nothing
Shapes, going forward and they go on and on, beyond
I'll often die
As he goes home he knows a little less inside (Hold on it's almost over)
Rage, mania
My own silhouettes and I (Hold on it's almost over)
Shut up
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Writer(s): Malcolm Young, Angus Young
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