We are

Walking nostalgia

Like old movies for real

Look at me, look at you

Look at them, look at us



I'm young

Sell a slim body to the man next door

Sell a slim body to the man next door

Like my sister Surprise



We'll wait for you



We are

The pleasure creation

Gone wrong. Gone wrong.



We are

Walking ghost stories

No religion

No relief

No old wisdom

No belief

Sometimes I could scream



We'll wait for you