We are strangers her

I suppose

We are not welcome

Or so I'm told.

We are not old friends

But believe this,

We can be nightmares.



Picture the man when the heartbeat stops

This is new love.



We are the hunters,

So one by one

You know we'll find you.



Picture the man when the heartbeat stops



These boys of passion

Will rule the world

Put their fingers in a dyke

"Well you know it's what she needed".

These boys of passion

With cruel idiot smiles

Fight for you.

You know, they said so.



Cold fascination

with dead sound.

Oh God let me sleep

Forever.



Picture the man when the heartbeat stops