Behind the first door men giving away business cards
Behind the second sound terrorist torturing a hostage with stereo
Witness boxes, shopping centers
Million of worms consuming flesh in fast forward mode
You can't cross your borders you can't reach the skies
You can't take it away from me, my way to discover
Weird snow covered the ground we used to call ourselves
Post-nuclear romantics
Old rotting lady hasn't come yet to collect the rent
Delighted with her eroticism bursting with her fall of ideals
Old gentleman's teeth embracing a porcelain cup
Epilepsy 5 o'clock
You can't cross your borders break your coldness
You can't take it away from me my chance to keep on trying
You can't cross your borders you can't reach the sky
You can't take it away from me my way to discover
It won't affect anything if we will let it out
Yes we're stocked in our shells but we'll undo this hurt