Lyrics:

Is this the fulfilling of apocalyptical prophecies
Love will never be the same again?
Millions of people carrying the death in their veins
Millions of people fearing the pain

But this is not, this is not,
This is not the end of love
But now it hurts...

A small dirty needle, a shot in the park
Panic in daylight, relapse in the dark
A child on the playground who plays all alone
Health protection on the phone
Happened it the night before
Mass hysteria on the floor
Happened it the night before
Go to bed and close the door

But this is not, this is not,
This is not the end of love
But now it hurts...

No more mass hysteria...

But this is not, this is not,
This is not the end of love
But now it hurts...