We are strangers here I suppose We are not welcome Or so I'm told. We are not old friends But believe this, We can be nightmares.
Picture the man when the heartbeat stops This is new love.
We are the hunters, So one by one You know we'll find you.
Picture the man when the heartbeat stops
These boys of passion Will rule the world Put their fingers in a dyke Well you know it's what she needed. These boys of passion With cruel idiot smiles Fight for you. You know, they said so.
Cold fascination With dead sound. Oh God let me sleep Forever.
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