It feeds, and grows, inside your eyes The air, it forces, between the deep Less vacation, fornication The noise, the noise have fear Where, where do we go from here? Too much sin, and tears Drawing us to this naked paradise Keep pace with them will make you sin Fragile brush, and nemo grin Excessive surveillance, your camera's clear Under the soil, never spoils So clear, so frail, just entails Despise the moment, when you are here So clear, so frail, just entails Despise the moment, when you are here The noise, the noise have fear Where, where do we go from here? Too much sin, and tears Drawing us to this naked paradise Less vacation, fornication