We are spending our days in place Where the sky is grey everywhere anyway And at night the moon shining too bright So we can't stay and we can't wait To start a fight
Our entrails are colored by anilline dyes We all are terrebly tired How can we try something to realign When we all are foolish as an apple pie
My eyes looking at your face And my shouted mouth try something to say Around us only mess And every word is unbearable pain