In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs
Welcome back in the filthy medieval times
Where nothing is created, it's all a tribute, not even a crime
They eat the passive consumers like you are
That's an addiction, what a creepy show
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs... I say
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs
There are no brilliant ideas... just tries
To build a cyborg, to deceive all the minds
The art is removed by the rules of a dark age
But now please burn down the stage
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs... I say
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs
Welcome back in the filthy medieval times
Welcome back in the filthy medieval times
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs... I say
In lost clubs at the end of the world
We listened to unnecessary songs
We play songs, we write songs
We play songs, we write songs
We play songs, we write songs
We play songs, we write songs