Time was made of peristaltic lines
There´s not much for me... instincts to hide
Getting trough this and i need something to finde
Something cruel to make me feel i am alive.
Feed me with your milk of liberty
Feed me with your soul of sympathy
I´m attracted in things you may have known
I would like to have them for my own
Getting trough this and i need something to finde
Something crule to make me feel i am alive.
Feed me with your milk of liberty
Feed me with your soul of sympathy