Substances from substance by pointless

I'm only style without my substances
I'm only style, that's all
My daily helping of reluctance is
No answer to your call

I'm only style without my substances
I'm too upright to fall
You'll find me dying for another fix
I'll write it on the wall

The last bars close, the morning's glaring
Those servants, they won't serve me anymore
All my life that I spent in rehearsal
But no one ever asked for an encore

Come on, get high, try my new substances
We've been too dry, get wet
We must remember what our substance is
Remember to forget

Emergency numbers - I was gasping for contact
Warm auditorium - twelve priests
Executive pressures and a loss of memory
On porcelain white speed lines
Words without thoughts - commercial to the core
A drugstore heaven
Fear smeared from here to there
Century sickness
A life that doubles back on itself
A life that doubles back on itself

• New Romantic
• Rock
• Synth rock progressive
• new wave
• wave rock
• Oldenburg