The lyrics for City were great. Sometimes psychotically biting and ferocious, sometimes maniacally over the top and humorous, usually dripping with sarcasm and always fitting the music perfectly. There was nothing "stupid" about them; they're a hell of a lot more clever than most of craptastic writing that metal bands pass off as lyrics.
Unfortunatelty the self-titled album was pretty meh, it came across as rather contrived and forced IMO - and the lyrics were poor, especially compared to City. City will always stick in my mind as a classic though (in the top 5 releases), but different strokes and all that.
"What you don't understand is where everything's leading
When all of the signs you see still point to overload
As you reach out your hand, a shattered picture's receding
Like tail-lights along that lonesome stretch of broken road
Because you've been to the past and it's just a reminder
A recollection of faces that will never come to call
When you've cut through the mask, when you've been through the grinder
Sometimes you forget that you had ever been there at all
Up here in Room 429
Seems like the world ain't so unkind
I wanna take you to that empty room tonight
In the shadow of doubt, in the crush of an instant
Standing in the rain outside my door hand on your knife
When you reach a brick wall, there is still a decision
Always thought if I had to lose I'd surely choose my life
Up here in Room 429
In a world that's so unkind
I want to take you to that empty room tonight
We'll tell the world outside the door
That we ain't never coming back no more
We're going to stay in here 'till we turn off the night
City breathes so softly, everything is sleeping
I am at the window silently watching
I can see you standing alone against the winter
I can hear you asking, but the streets, they are not giving
Don't look to the ocean, restless in its dreaming
Don't look to the heavens for they will tell you nothing
If living is for learning then dying is forgetting
Once we have forgotten then we can go on living
In a lifetime of hope, in a second of kindness
There is never a doubt that we are born and die alone
From within or without there's no way they can find us
When they knock at the door the lights are on but we ain't home"
-SYL, "Room 429"
"There is no insanity, rather a super sanity
More suited for life at the end of the 20th century
Where everything is art
And everything is trying to express it
Where everything is art
And everything is trying to communicate it...
All intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams
And they've all come up to meet met tonight
Although while in the morning, all their wonder and their
Glory was turned ugly and quite simple
Like a venue when you're loading in gear
Sexuality, eroticism in asexual persuasions
Man or woman, makes no difference in the outcome
No fashion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance
..."adidas" or "the arch deluxe"...
And time is now an object
Oh my fucking god...
Oh I'm fucking god...
And I'll dream this into becoming real
And until such time that you can prove me otherwise
I will continue with my agnostic travels
Until I've found a place that dreams with me...
...a place that feeds on my routine"
-SYL, "Oh My Fucking God"
