Droids, coming to destroy
Programmed to reset all the senses and feelings of humans
Girls, shaping a new world
Tearing up the skin and the muscles of men by breathing

You won’t recognise me, darling
Disguised as wallpaper
Who cares of your sexy aura
And of lunar craters… when he’s dying

Bombs, holding out their hands
Programmed to be there with a smile and a wink before bursting
Shots, showing that you’re hot
Making us believe that you still want to fulfil your senses

You will not believe that creature
Who’s gasping and freezing
But who cares of your sexy flower
And of mother nature… when he’s dying

And finally jealousy shows up

They’re shining
Like sweet guns
They’re lying in the sun
In a row like hot tanks
They glitter, here they come!