Bask within our sedentary sins
Twitch beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience
Enter me and the sun
A rusted shard to draw the blood.
The Muse, a whore at work again
Fade the slightest sight, pine-needles dampen
A broken blade, a stolen face,
The epitaph – “Believe in Shame.”
We re the silent half untruths
we have sharp pebbles in the boots
we don t like happy endings
we re dreams splattered on a toilet seat
we remember to forget the defeat
we re millions of wisdom teeth
cause we re the ones who are too sober to......
So you think everybody´s an open door
and you´re convinced you have to give much more
to your mind their demeanour indicates concern
well, you´ll be sunrised how much there is to learn
we´re a minority
we´re are too kind to survive
egoism is...
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Nous sommes immobiles
Dans la vitrine
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
On nous observe
Nous sentons vivre notre pouls
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous regardons alentours
Et nous changeons de pause
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous commencons a marcher
Et nous brisons la glace
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les...