Terminal Beauty
They settled in natural or sophisticated sceneries
Where they cultivate an air of death
Big broken baby dolls maybe fucked
And we love them
They are so meagre
They're scaring me
They look so sour
And full of pain
Oh it's horrible to see
Bodies of the sick held prisoners
Sunken shoulders and giant pubis
The flesh has disappeared
The bones are almost bare
And yet we love them
They are so meagre
They're scaring me
They look so sour
And full of pain
Oh it's horrible to see
I've closed the magazine
Returned it to the lady
I was feeling nauseous, I don't wanna watch them anymore
It's horrible and depressing
It's an insult to their beauty
All those beauties in ruins
They are so meagre
They're scaring me
They look so sour
And full of pain
Oh it's horrible to see
All those beauties in ruins
Belleza Terminal
Se instalaron en escenarios naturales o sofisticados
Donde cultivan un aire de muerte
Grandes muñecas rotas tal vez jodidas
Y las amamos
Son tan escuálidas
Me están asustando
Se ven tan amargas
Y llenas de dolor
Oh, es horrible ver
Cuerpos de enfermos prisioneros
Hombros hundidos y pubis gigantes
La carne ha desaparecido
Los huesos están casi al descubierto
Y aún así las amamos
Son tan escuálidas
Me están asustando
Se ven tan amargas
Y llenas de dolor
Oh, es horrible ver
Cerré la revista
La devolví a la señora
Me sentía nauseabundo, no quiero verlas más
Es horrible y deprimente
Es un insulto a su belleza
Todas esas bellezas en ruinas
Son tan escuálidas
Me están asustando
Se ven tan amargas
Y llenas de dolor
Oh, es horrible ver
Todas esas bellezas en ruinas
Escrita por: Catherine Ringer / Fred Chichin