Naked proportion of a plastical mundane
When the midnight's tearing as the night vanishes
Together we condivide with passionate relief
Morals crawl under barbed wire
Morals crawl under barbed wire
And I'm scared of this loss of marmour fashion
While we're just waiting for other amber revolutions
And I'm scared of this 'spirant human nature
Mourn of my age, black lips and thinner pleasure
We could zip up these electrical perceptions
Shut down the disco for this suicidal generation
And kill me when I'll get too old to dance alone
Morals crawl under barbed wire
Morals crawl under barbed wire
And I'm scared of this loss of marmour fashion
While we're just waiting for other amber revolutions
And I'm scared of this spirant human nature
Mourn of my age, black lips and thinner pleasure
A thinner pleasure
A thinner pleasure
A thinner pleasure
A thinner pleasure
A thinner pleasure
A thinner pleasure