industrial gothic electronic

Theomania

This album is considered by many people to be the classic Cassandra Complex record. Making it was a hellish experience, we began recording in Brussels, the band broke up during the sessions, and Rodney ended up finishing it on his own in England. We seemed to be working on it endlessly. But the result is a beautiful record, one that we’re really proud of.

The title means: the insane belief that one is God – make of that what you will…


GODJOHN

Lying outside Graumann’s Chinese Theatre
Drowning in my own blood
A woman dips her skirt into the gutter
She’s reaching down to take part of my soul
She’s reaching down to take me up inside her
She’s reaching down to make me into God

Lie down on the floor and keep calm
Lie down on the floor and I’ll be there
Godjohn!

Good morning Mr. Hoover, I’m here again
You got my body, you didn’t get my will
Scarred with years of sex and stretch marks
A new hairstyle to cover all my ills
You keep my soul at home inside a bottle
You keep my soul at home, you think you’re safe
You keep my soul at home inside a bottle
Now open it and try to take a taste

Lie down on the floor and keep calm
Lie down on the floor and I’ll be there
Godjohn!

Public enemy number one, the outlaw
A hero figure for the young
Created by the old for some amusement
Created by the old to be a god
But they can all fuck off ’cause I don’t want them
Fuck off to their homes up in the sky
Just send me down a burger and some french fries
Tomorrow I am gonna die

Lie down on the floor and keep calm
Lie down on the floor and I’ll be there
Godjohn!


OZ

Today I saw a revolution being planned
By a bunch of children wearing suits and ties
They seemed to think that they could run my life
They seemed to think that I’d believe their lies
Well, they should have known better

I gave them roses, they gave me rosettes
All they wanted was all that they could get
I saw the T.V. I saw right through the words
I took a drink and lit a cigarette

You can change the world
By buying shares and getting rich
But I ain’t got the time
Fuck the cash, give me a Kalashnikov!

What’s the point of changing things?
A young man said to me
You can’t make people change their minds
You can’t set them free
Well, fuck you asshole
I’ll set myself free first
The rest can wait

We got the right to live
We got the right to move
We got the right to think
We got the right to love
We got the right to kill
Right to kill

You can change the world
By taking drugs and being nice
But I ain’t got the time
Fuck the hash, give me a Kalashnikov!

You can change the world
By selling songs and wearing shirts
But I ain’t got the time
Fuck rock’n'role, give me a Kalashnikov!

We got the right to live
We got the right to move
We got the right to think
We got the right to love
We got the right to kill
Right to kill

You can change the world
By talking to god and being right
But I ain’t got the time
Fuck the sash, give me a Kalashnikov!


TOO STUPID TO SIN

You think that you can tell me how to live my life
Well, I’m tired of hearing that
I’m tired of hearing that from you
I’m tired of hearing assholes
Telling me I’ll never be good enough
Good enough for them
Good enough for you

Stupid!

I see you every night on the T.V.
I see you every day in the city
You’re beneath my feet, beneath my words, beneath contempt
You’re beneath my pity
Because you’re stupid

Stupid!
Too stupid to sin

You think that I must be lonely
Because I don’t want to be with you
But you’re never alone with an asshole, baby
You never walk alone
You never walk alone!
Because you’re stupid

Stupid!
Too stupid to sin

You think that you can tell me how to live my life
Well, I’m tired of hearing that
I’m tired of hearing that from you
I’m tired of hearing assholes
Telling me I’ll never be good enough
Good enough for them
Good enough for you

Stupid!
Too stupid to sin
Let your heart fall in!


HONEYTRAP

I got the message on my answering machine
Dinner with Hugh Hefner in Budapest
Well, whadda ya know, they’ve discovered sex in Commie-land
I’m gonna get some
I’m gonna get some
I packed my bags, grabbed a jet, and got there right away
I met Mariella the next day
Watching the rain in a restaurant, dreaming of better days
Taking photographs of me
I wanna get some

Barbed-wire Barbie doll with bleeding legs
Forged in pain, wrapped in chains of happiness
I wanna get some
I wanna get some
I look at you, I want to hold you
I want to know that you will crack, that you will fall
I wanna get some
I wanna get some
You look so different from the others
So young, so beautiful, so shy
I wanna get some
I wanna get some
Now prove to me that you’re the same
I wanna get some I wanna get some

Take me now, kiss me now
Hold me tight, hold me down
I wanna get some
I wanna get some
I don’t want to know my feelings now
I don’t want this to be my fault
Just wanna get some I wanna get some
Take me now, so I can hate you later
I wanna get some
I wanna get some
I wanna get some


ONE MILLIONTH HAPPY CUSTOMER

I could die if I touched you
A long, slow, torturous death
Of a thousand cuts
In a thousand ways
I can only hold you through a piece of plastic
With your name on it
With your name on it
I feel a million miles away from you
But it’s just
It’s just a millionth of an inch

So hold me, hold me close right now
Take me in your arms
But not too close
Not too close

I could die if I touched you
And you could die of me
You could die in my arms
Die in my dreams
We close our eyes so we can’t see
How much we hurt each other
When we fall
When we fall between the sheets

So hold me, hold me close right now
Take me in your arms
But not too close
Not too close

We will lose our lives
We will lose our lives, we will lose our fears
We die a million times
A million times, a million times
And a million times, and a million times again

So hold me, hold me close right now
Take me in your arms
But not too close
Not too close


GROUND

We’re going up, up into space
Among the stars, into the holes
Into the sea, into the dark
We’re drowning now, space is cold
We’re swimming in the sea, swimming with the Lord
He’s with us now, he’s with us here
Swimming in the sea, swimming with the Lord
He’s with us now, here comes the word

We fall and fall, fall and fall
Fall and fall, and fall, and fall, and fall

We pull the stuff, up from the ground
Our enemy is gravity, we can’t go down
We freeze the earth, up in the air
We can’t go on, we can’t go on

We just fall, and fall and fall
And fall and fall, and fall, and fall, and fall

Bite the hand, the hand that feeds
Raise your head, challenge the sun
Bite the hand, the hand that bleeds
Kill the desire, be with the one

We fall and fall, fall and fall
Fall and fall, and fall, and fall, and fall

We’re going up, up into space
We’re going up, among the stars
Into the dark, into the sea
We’re drowning now, we’re drowning now

We fall and fall, fall and fall
Fall and fall, and fall, and fall, and fall


SECOND SHOT

The return of the Freedom Seven
A shepherd following his dog to the ends of the Earth
Second by twenty-three days, Alan; no-one knew your name
You didn’t get your sixteen minutes of fame

Just a second, second shot
Second, second shot

All that glitters isn’t gold, but who cares, anyway?
Let me bounce off your lens and into the trees
Playing handball with my conscience
America, come back to me

For a second, second shot
Second, second shot

The Great Escape, tunnelling through the air
One man and his dog, playing all the time
One small ball for a man
One giant game for mankind

And a second, second shot
Second, second shot


DEFCON 1

Come to my bed up in the sky, and we will fly
And we will cry, and we will try to simplify our lives
Our lives, our lives

Come dry your eyes, my butterfly
Come to my bed up in the sky
And we will try to justify our lives
Our lives, our lives

Come to my bed up in the sky, and we will multiply
Give me your thighs, my succubi
And then we’ll try
And try again, and try again
Until we get it right

We’re going to die, we’re going to die

Come to my bed up in the sky
And we will crucify the evil eye
I’ll sing a lullaby to glorify the darkened sky
And then we’ll die, and then we’ll die

We’re going to die, we’re going to die

Come to my bed up in the sky
And then we’ll fly, we’ll fly so high
Up to the Isle of Skye
Up to the river Wye
Up to the Palace of Versailles
Up to the Bali-Hai
And then we’ll die, and then we’ll die

We’re going to die, we’re going to die

I have no alibi, I can’t deny
This is goodbye, this is goodbye
Bye, bye
Bye, bye

We may be blind and deaf and dumb
But we will come

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