We joined this land, where they paint the ice
To the new: we thrown saturn dice
We dream in gold and simurg blue Créme de la Créme-it's to death
Adieu now we're laying on new waves our guns have
Lost thier victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust angelic police have killed our lust
(Now we're laying on new waves our guns have lost thier victims' names our
Concrete minds have turned to dust angelic police have killed our lust)
Tidal overflow reads the sign the secret soul is all that shines
We sing our praise in model tones and dorians mirror:
We do not own
(We're being lit by
The shining one, out of ourselves to ourselves we've gone, we click the
Heels of our glitter red shoes Créme de la Créme -- it's
To death adieu)
(Instrumental)...
Now we're laying...
On new waves...
Our guns have lost
Thier victims names...
Out of ourselves (4x)
Out of ourselves (4x)
Out of ourselves (4x)
(Instrumental)...

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