I wonder which you are ?
I saw you
A masochists guilt a masochists guilt
But this guilty life for (now) will have to do
The nature of doubt, the nature of doubt
Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around
You will get it back when your corpse is found
Being cut-off by chants among the darkest skies
Cattle trace in the blood, cattle trace in the blood
I am caught by (the) lunacy a fever finds
Reacts in the mud, reacts in the mud
Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around
You will get it back when your corpse is found
It was out in the rain
It was out in the game
Can you remember her name ?
Follow the way, her love will find a will
Follow the way, her love will find a will
Follow the way, her love will find a will
Follow the way, follow my wayAH!
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow