Invierno Nuclear

Crystal cups
Wine and anxiety
A summer of love
A nuclear winter

You were almost immortal
Eating Phillippe Plein
Dancing hard trance
The Moon loves the Sun

You took my hand
And I heard you whisper
If you don't want war
All we have left is to fuck

If you don't know
To distinguish our flesh
From the pain of the swarm
You won't love us
Beyond the corpse

Crystal cups
Wine and anxiety
A summer of love
A nuclear winter

Feline, your body is so provocative
It's a sin not to think of you
It's a sin not to think of you

I must be the king
Because I shoot to kill
And I cry for the blood
Of whom I must love

We already lost the war
We have no more to fuck

Crystal cups
Wine and anxiety
A summer of love
A nuclear winter