Lost a pound of flesh in suicidal dreams  [bad word] up on a London city street 
I awoke without a name in [bad word] 
Found Scylla and Charybdis
An empty train awaits 
Now I'm headed northwest 
To the beautiful Manchester Sunset 
And now I'm going home 
But where is home?
Synthesized again 
Yeah I'm flying high 
Ropes are bound and my chest is tied 
In the underground world of Chelsea 
This is where we feel love, find life, kill time 
This is where our [bad word] to die 
Here you can trade your flesh for currency
All due restraint take a picture 
With all my restraint
It's my [bad word] with me to the other side [bad word] dance with me in the dead of night 
You say you want to live in the darkness? 
I'll set you free
It's a long road to [bad word] and back