Videoclip - celebsfakes by tool2000

We starve, look at one another short of breath, walking proudly in our winter coats,

wearing smells from laboratories facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy,

listening for the new told lies with supreme visions of lonely tunes.

Somewhere inside something there is a rush of greatness, who knows what stands in front of

our lives, our fashion, my future, on films in space, silence tells me secretly