Siouxsie and the Banshees
This Unrest
This unrest
Beats out my breath
Disconnected thoughts
Jangle in a mess

This unrest
Crucifies my chest
Without anaesthetic it cuts
Through tumorous flesh
This unrest
Beats out my breath

This unrest
Beats in my chest
Discordant limbs
Watch unimpressed
At the aimless walk
The mindless talk
The pictures leap out
And dance for me
They laugh at me

As your bitterness closes in
You're feeling very old again
Ah just to sleep, without these thoughts
But the angels shout, resurrecting doubts
Ah we meet again, my trusty friend
Demanding new favours for old time's sake
Inside this captive frame
Come and claim your liberty

Metal and flesh will fuse today
These visions jump out and blast my days
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away
Clean away