When we all succumbed to the spectacle
They dressed us into silk clothes
And reminded us
Famous songs have risky sentences
Oh, miraculous destiny of human kind.
I risk my life in every chord
Kids laugh and mothers talk about it all the time,
Ecstasy and representation in the final act,
Hypnotic hips
Haunt the feeble lower classes.
Intentionally or not they lead is into unknown roads
They lead us into unknown roads.
