Substance - Auger

I know I can’t think anymore

I haven’t really got the time for thinking

I sometimes think God’s laughing at us

I’ve no idea what he is doing

Maybe I’m erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising?

Maybe I’m flirting with the dark?

There’s no substance to the modern approach

There’s no substance to the modern approach

There’s no substance to the modern approach

I don’t begrudge the fact at all

Taking time for personal things

But it’s cold, I’m tired and I’m going home

To deface this angel of her wings

Maybe I’m erotically charged, violent, savage and surprising?

Maybe I’m flirting with the dark?

There’s no substance to the modern approach