Rumors are so sweet and fine
One likes to hear them and get involved
One drinks the nectar with pleasure
Because one have to love rumors
It whispers, mumbles, sneaks and creeps
Come on and feed it, it tastes so sweet
Now is the right moment
It sits in your neck
It sucks onto your lips
It sits in the brain and clings
Just like a virus then and when
the progeny leave instead of the ancestor
One crave after it, greed is great
And proudly feed the fruit on lap
And spits it out full of scorn and ridicule
It pushes the masses to scaffold
The fever of the sweet rumors
makes us hungry, makes us empty
The fever of the sweet rumors
And we want more and more
The fever of the sweet rumors
Kisses you in joke once again
The addiction of the rumors
We never get enough
It is crazy after smug
the secret or unknown
the twisted and macabre things
Which mostly sound heinous and evil
One crave after it, greed is great
And proudly feed the fruit on lap
And spits it out full of scorn and ridicule
It pushes the masses to scaffold
The fever of the sweet rumors
makes us hungry, makes us empty
The fever of the sweet rumors
And we want more and more
The fever of the sweet rumors
Kisses you in joke once again
The addiction of the rumors
We never get enough