Music: Golecász Jorgosz
Melting plastic
In your brain
You feel
No Shame
No Pain
Like a nightclub
In the morning
You're the bitter end
I can hear your distant howl
All the machines are dead
Mothers of trees are calling
From a distant dream
Although it feels like
Its our last hour on earth
We're still living
The best of our days
The sun is high
So am I
The sun is high
So am I
The sun is high
So am I
The sun is high
So am I