In this land we're shipwreck victims in a seaside of jam and blood, You can hold your nightmares and your madness moulding your desires without hands, Crazy cats with steel's nails are telling about cruelty caresses, Walls are shouting, they're animated by grottesque whishpers Six heads candelabras tell stories about vampiric themes; In this heaven of stupids, puppets of flesh and stone with black coal heads blinded by pearls because they've wanted the human essence The mother nurses her children with strawberry gas, to numb the senses and dissolve the fear like an anaesthesia Cybernetic chrysanthemum are crying slices of cross; There are frozen and metallic sheets for whom suffers the cold Reproach against the childish ingenuousness Cocaine for whom suffers the insomnia, Liquid bullet for whom yearns the presidential power, Houses of rust for whom looks for safety, Nail's dolls for whom looks for tenderness Every desire will not be satisfied, Every need will not be fulfilled Cocaine for whom suffers the insomnia, Liquid bullet for whom yearns the presidential power, Cybernetic chrysanthemum are crying slices of cross There are frozen and metallic sheets for whom suffers the coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
