For we're living in a safety zone. Don't be holding back from me. We're living from hour to hour down here. And we'll take it when we can. It's a kind of living which recognizes. The death of the odourless man. When nothing is vanity nothing's too slow. It's not Eden but it's no sham. There is no hell. There is no shame. There is no hell. Like an old hell. There is no hell. And it's lights up boys. Lights up boys. Explosion falls upon deaf ears. While we're swimming in a sea of sham. Living in the shadow of vanity. A complex fashion for a simple man. And there is no hell. And there is no shame. And there is no hell. Like an old hell. There is no hell. And the silence flies on its brief flight. A razor sharp crap shoot affair. And we light up our lives. And there's no more of me exploding you. Re-exposing you. Like everybody do. Re-exploding you. I don't know what to use. Make somebody move. Me exploding. Me exploding you.