I take what life’s been given
With my bloody hands
Discovery of the world
As my head decides
Swallow the lies
From sick ideals.
So my head is on fire
Can’t stand the pressure
I’ve got to run away
My head is exploding
Come back to the reason
I fade away
All hail the new blood
Flowing from lies again.
Let’s go.
Swallowing the dust from sick ideas from the past
This is this our refugees never gonna die
All hail the new blood flowing from life again
You take with all our breed and no respect to life.
The operator, pass down to us control
The walk and wicked of all going to the wall.
This life is so dead, consuming to the bone
Expand the pieces crushing to the face of all
From equal slayers of the earth, I hear the moan
A wretch destroys to wipe us from this race.
I Puncture inflame, what do and destroy
Filth soured from this world
Depends on our souls.
Pet Shop Boys raso:
We are so sad to hear that Dave Ball, the keyboard genius of Soft Cell, has died. He was an electronic pop pioneer and with Marc Almond made a unique catalogue. Neil and Chris
Vėl piktų permainų vėjas tave nuo manęs nuplėšia,
Nepalikdamas net šešėlio mainais,
Ir jis neklaus,
Galbūt noriu su tavimi išskristi,
Kaip geltoni rudens lapai,