Lyrics by Bernd Harmsen dark lands of seduction the heavy weight of guilt the rough sea of disorder you're in it to the hilt unclear consequences the agony of fear the truth remains unspoken your next breakdown is near you're in a state of dissolution a state of wild confusion now, what did you expect? I tell you what you'll get: the foul smell of yesterday's excesses with the stale taste of cheap wine sweet-talk, fake advances are ringing in your ear 'cause suckers only tell you what you want to hear cheap thrills in profusion the comfort of a shag while greedy, dirty fingers reach into your bag you're in a state of dissolution a state of wild confusion now, what did you expect? I tell you what you'll get: the foul smell of yesterday's excesses with the stale taste of cheap wine the stale taste of cheap wine
