Disorder

I've been waiting for a guide

To come and take me by the hand

Could these sensations make me feel

The pleasures of another man?

Lose sensation, spare the insults

Leave them for another day

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling

Take the shock away

It's getting faster, moving faster now

It's getting out of hand

On the tenth floor, down the back stairs

Into no man's land

Lights are flashing, cars are crashing

It's getting frequent now

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling

Let it out somehow

What means to you, what means to me

And we will meet again

I'm watching you, I'm watching her

I'll take no pity from your friends

Who is right, who can tell

And who gives a damn right now?

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold

Then you know

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold

Then you know

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold

Then you know

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling

Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling

Feeling, feeling, feeling