This is the wall of dolls Secret world of smalls Look at them all my friend You'll be on of them in the end Frozen smiles and frowns Lives of ups and
Marta tiene 23 anos y esta estudiando En su corta edad tiene apartamento en condado Ella no sale con hombres, ni acepta regalos Y todo por la culpa del
The kitchen smells of parafin, the stairways turning black and teddy's looking tired cause he's lying on his back. Crackling curtains dance in ribbons
Out across the heavens When you're sleeping in your bed Someone turns a light on Can you feel it burn inside your head? Floating out your window On the
Mentre le ideologie si estinguono E le coscienze si disperdono Insieme ai muri crollano Le verita' di comodo I monumenti a cosa servono? La vera storia
Just got outta high school, actin' like a jerk Ain't got no money, ain't got no work Scratchin' 'round for beaver, scratchin' 'round for bread No friends
Evision yourself on a pedestal. A thought you never erased Causing the picture that you see To be so easily distorted. Your world has thought you
I make faces, I make faces But I can't get into your window I make wax dolls, I stick pins in To the most exciting places Oh, you're so aluminium Oh,
Du, das war ganz lieb von dir gedacht, was dein Programm für mich, gemacht ich sollte so sein wie du mich willst, und nur so. Du, nahmst alle Fä
When I wake they're always there Waiting just to freely please me While I wash they're occupied Cleaning things so sweetly, neatly When I play they play
Toki ga setsuna no yume de aru nara Sore wa hana no you na mono deshou ka Tatoe chiri yuku sadame de attemo Hakanaki hodo ni tada itooshiku Itsuka dokoka
An imitation from New York You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk You're hippy tarts hero 'cos you put on a bad show You put on a bad show, oh don
Drip... drip on to the tombs of the soulless... On to this sweltering town Drip on to your aorta... This is something you can count on Drip as fiery cinder
[Music: Mathieu] Rejoice Igne natura renovatur integra Endless rotation work its way round Stars shifted, a New Start Tabula rasa, total renewal In pain
Lloran mis muñecas, lloran pues ya no queda nada de niña en mi tu me robaste la inocencia al creer en tus promesas ya no puedo creer ni en mi
On the darkest of streets, at around eleven The lights shine brightest, on Avenue Seven From 'Noho' to 'Soho' the congregate Gladrags and handbags we
On the darkest of streets, at around eleven The lights shine brightest, on avenue seven From 'noho' to 'soho' they congregate Gladrags and handbags we
scratch scratch, should be there I dig the vision of rotting corpses and I'm pouting in the corner five more minutes, and we'll all be dead five more