The Sun And The Moon - This Passionate Breed Тексты

Currencies collapse
And sanity is snapped
Sexual thrills
With hundred dollar bills

A feel for the past
With an eye on the future
Is telling me
I'll never be the same again

Beauty is rare
Emotions are shackled
This frantic world
Will never seem
The same to me

I think I hear them now
Better kill the fatted cow
But don't be taken in
They just like to lick the tears
From your eyes

The last of our creed
This passionate breed

What has cost you to learn
Should not be forgotten