Lyrics:

The problems of need, I need you
Obscene dreams in rusty beds
No one came here tonight
I pulled on me, I need to

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hand
Oh, every day I die

Her favourite trick was to suck me inside
Oh, so very Art Nouveau
Completely false feelings of love, I don't
No one knows, but that died years ago

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hand
Oh, every day I die

I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hand
Oh, every day I die

Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die, die