Picture
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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