We are going to die in chic places
Around the middle of after-midnight, a great classic
In search of a bit disgusting energies
Of failures, off-beat, hyper-anxiety
It's even better than deviating alone
Here all the lost children are at war

Of course yes!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Unrest
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Of course yes!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Unrest
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Wandering dances and crossable
Attempts at re-enchantments, all nerves in front
Imitate the confidence of the great murderers
In a crash, proliferate in evening clothes
It's even sweeter than self-hatred
Watching the lost children go into battle, ah, ah, ahah, ah

Of course yes!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Unrest
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Of course yes!
We cried
Hollows and bumps under an empty sky
Unrest
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo
Dessassossego, ego echo
Dessassossego, ego ego echo

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