Born, never asked
Sun cuts through the fog, radiates in requiem
Tending the graves, six feet under with no mark except to rise and glance

Weekend love, kissing down by the cemetery
They rise and they dance with supremacy
They scream at the traffic on the motorway
Folklore making way for what's necessary

Did you dress like you've got some authority
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity

They got kids vaping down by the nursery
Parents drown in helplessness and entropy
In the words of a man from the mental institution
Making movies for independent distribution

A trolley is standing at the edge of the seventies
Amount of people who can do just as they please
Behind the curtains of a boat collecting data buzzes
Swear to secrecy, the consequences of their surprises

Did you dress like you've got some authority
I don't think you understand the severity
In the club where you lost your virginity
Now it's all just a question of paternity

Living in the country, we're all fucked up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the past, we don't advance
Won't ever rest
So come with us
Living in the country, we're all fucked up
All dressed up like monkeys, we breed like dogs
We live in the past, we don't advance
Won't ever rest
So come with us

Rusty gateways creak reserving

New gods growing from the soil will last eternity