They settled in natural or sophisticated sceneries Where they cultivate an air of death Big broken baby dolls maybe fucked And we love them They are so meagre They're scaring me They look so sour And full of pain Oh it's horrible to see Bodies of the sick held prisoners Sunken shoulders and giant pubis The flesh has disappeared The bones are almost bare And yet we love them They are so meagre They're scaring me They look so sour And full of pain Oh it's horrible to see I've closed the magazine Returned it to the lady I was feeling nauseous, I don't wanna watch them anymore It's horrible and depressing It's an insult to their beauty All those beauties in ruins They are so meagre They're scaring me They look so sour And full of pain Oh it's horrible to see All those beauties in ruins