so many fakes..again and again and again
i’m not going to teach you
i’m not going to touch you
i’m not going to teach you
maybe i’ll never touch you again
and again
and again
white blanket
white baby-animal
here.in our room
in our memories
so many words about you
they are not going to kill us
they’re not going to love us
just footsteps and a food
i know what you’re gonna do
devil like a child
through my tears you’re eating my fears
eating my fears and nothing more
nothing more
white baby-animal and a little devil
they’re walking through the streets
because they’re trying to find our hearts
but there is no hearts
only muscles and blood
only muscles and blood
only muscles and blood
only muscles and blood