Lyrics:
The dreams of dying mothersI awoke my insides shudderedThe grey coats of the infantryVictims looking for sympathyThe splash of october swimmersThe cheers of helsinki winnersMy barbed bones of futilityLeaking marrow of abilityI don't need anyoneYou don't need anyoneI want to be a happy boyThis means that you must employ my liesWhen iwant youI don't need anyoneI want to be a happy boyThis means that you must employ my liesI don't need anyoneYou don't need anyoneI want to be a happy boyThis means that you must employ my liesWhen iwant youI don't need anyoneI don't need anyoneI don't need anyone