You know our age's burned down, the dust But that is all we have So let me leave beyond the pasts "Alright", "no means", all left!
So do you want to leave forever? Or do you want to get fuckin have? Count to 18. 17, 18! Time to be returned I'm waiting
If I buy this ticket I should know the road I'd know how it will end But in the million pleasures hole I drown and crawl again
So do you want to leave forever? Or do you want to get fuckin have? Count to 18. 17, 18! Time to be returned I'm waiting
And I'm not ready to say her goodbye (because I love her, I love her) Would you love me, Would you let me be satisfied? (love a doll, love my dead doll)