| Pouring whiskey in dried-out bodies | |
| Coarsely hewn by wood and love | |
| Deep inside them smolders slowly | |
| Thick as yeast, green bitterness | |
| Helpless, their eyes are blind | |
| And all their thoughts are simple | |
| Their ears are deaf | |
| And all their songs are trivial | |
| Their loves have gone sour | |
| And all their looks are vacant | |
| Their food is foul | |
| The art they make lacks the challenge | |
| All their minds are empty | |
| All their thoughts are simple | |
| All their songs and books are trivial | |
| All their ears are deaf | |
| Birds who once flew with passion | |
| Now they're easily caught with bare hands | |
| Locked in cages, learning their lessons | |
| Bullets for the already-dead | |
| Tasteless, our tongues are dumb | |
| And all our speeches are hollow | |
| Our minds are numb | |
| And all our books are hollow | |
| Our lobes are sour | |
| And all our looks are vacant | |
| Our food is foul | |
| The art we make lacks the challenge | |
| All our minds are empty | |
| All our thoughts are simple | |
| All our songs and books are trivial | |
| All our looks are vacant | |
| Birds who once flew with passion | |
| Can easily be caught with bare hands | |
| Locked in cages, learning their lessons | |
| Bullets for the already-dead | |
| Can you still see | |
| The stars | |
| The Sky | |
| Then layers of grey? | |
| They're fading away... | |
| Can you still see the stars? | |
| It's hard to think of the ocean | |
| With the sweet stench of piss in your hair | |
| Morning air still invades every wallpaper cell | |
| Year after year after year | |
| All these years those walls were empty | |
| Curtains yellowed, now white of mold | |
| Lardy plaster, the paint is peeling | |
| From the ashtray: swathes of blue smoke | |
| Corrosive waters | |
| Black rain falls the seventh time | |
| Unyielding minds of coal | |
| Jaws open wide | |
| They changed the beds | |
| Yearly white sheets weeping like shrouds | |
| This is the chamber where their god spent his final hour | |
| Can you still the stars through layers of grey | |
| Or have the city lights taken their place? | |
| The stars are fading away | |
| away | |
| away | |
| away | |
| Eyes leap at the bait | |
| We march in circles under Jupiter's sway | |
| Eyes fall prey to the cheat | |
| One more surrender and we'll suffer defeat |
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