Hazy four o'clock shadows Commence the seance Nine lives on the spirits 'Til the desert suns prevail In every scream eternal Locks out boredom forever
The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiseled slits
Ooh, gonna be like a dog Lay flat on my back Pull my feet off the ground Ooh, let my head hit the sack I'm muscle in plastic Nyjinsky's bad move Just
Fordítás: Bauhaus. Maszk.
The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits
