They used hysterical reactions
Don't make, feel contentment son
Hideous, grotesque ideas

They don't make this time a happy one

Happy one

Happy one

Get myself so broken in the great twilight

To the end of the eclipse
Again I'll topple that mirror down
And it hasn't shattered ever


Ever
Ever


All my dreams come true at last
Pinch me if apathy please

Superstition towards everything
We live still by the power of the stars


The power of the stars
The power of the stars


You know saints and angels
And martyrs and pimps
You know saints and angels

And martyrs and pimps