We need new blood We need new drugs We need new lovers
We got so thrown We feel lost at home No milk, no sugar Would it be the cream If only a machine could make us dream again?
We fill our lungs We don't hold our toungs We don't need to prove this We rest control Think we like this home The young and the useless Would it be the cream If only a machine could make us dream again?
We waste our time We hang behind And we wait for the others We need new blood We need new tribes We need new lovers
