I've had a masochistic kiss of death
Of discontent wall to wall
A hoodlum shrine for nothing more
That went beyond the steel and call
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
But I was keen to do the perfect
Not what Angels do discriminate
Against black and white
I'm alright
And isn't it time
Your socks pulled up
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
It's like some voyeuristic tradition
Of naked hate
More and more
A feeble kind of subtlety
That's lost beneath veneers of shocks
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
I can't stop falling
I can't stop
