A lonely woman seeks a man
Answer to: "the heart speaks the truth"
A pessimist in the form of his life
I scent blood, the smell of sorrow
An alien's thirst for love
A question of who failed who first
Eat fat and sugar until you vomit
Or become a four-ton martyr
Sell yourself, sell yourself high
Come borrow my crown of thorns
Suffer for art or burn
I fight to keep my body warm
A dream of mother's open arms
An alien's thirst for love
A question of who failed who first
And I willingly become a martyr
We surely need a new one
Sell yourself, sell yourself high
A middle finger to the dead
We walk over corpses
And display our love
Our rich inner lives
But the tickets to heaven
Were sold out when got there
And the price that we paid
To be classed as elite
Was that we became like the others
We became like the others
We became like the others
And we will go no further
We are back to zero
But no one comes to mourn
We have played out our role
We will forget it all
It means nothing
We should have come further
To a place we couldn't reach
We became like the others
We became like the others
We became like the others