- cifra
My mind is dull and faded
From these years of buy and sell
My eyes has seen the glory
Of this hollow modern shell
Sex is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well
Ahh-ahh-ahh
Lord, save me from myself
Electric sun keeps shining
Ripen daughters in the chrome
This world is where I breathe
Let it never be called home
Where the vultures make the money
It's where our bodies fell
Ahh-ahh-ahh
Lord, save me from myself
The vultures make the money
But I'm bored with that as well
Ahh-ahh-ahh
