Текст:
Perversity, lust, decadence
Mankind's prior frustration
My mind hardly can comprehend
Mating the sole destination
This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed
Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
Eroticism a fine form of art
But why share it with the world
For I care for matters of the heart
In this 21st century world
This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed
Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
And to touch a soulmate's hair
And to touch a soulmate's hair
Mankind's prior frustration
My mind hardly can comprehend
Mating the sole destination
This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed
Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
Eroticism a fine form of art
But why share it with the world
For I care for matters of the heart
In this 21st century world
This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed
Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
And to touch a soulmate's hair
And to touch a soulmate's hair
