No feeling for life Blur the days Reckless behaviour In the void, infected veins No stranger to the brew Complete the horizon The sun has no power Through the fog of flamboyant paths Your ideas, out of focus Shivering slug upon the "throne" Inhale the stench of the mighty brew And taste the freedom of death Arriving on time The night of sin Imitation of life Freaks of the full moon Your ideas, out of focus Shivering slug upon the "throne" Inhale the stench of the mighty brew And taste the freedom of death No feeling for life Blur the days Reckless behaviour In the void, infected veins