THOM. - THIS IS NOT BERLIN

Gods and monsters
They all look the same to me
Fill up the car, dear
Feed the cigarette machine

You can see their trademark cars collapsing in the streets
But what you see here is not Berlin
What you see here is not Berlin

They’re all impostors
Weird like uniforms to me 
With every single breath they take
They will cough a new desease

We’ll be floating downstream, we [bad word]  just you and me
For what you see here is not Berlin
So, pack you bags, we’ll sneak out and we’ll find a place to be
For what you see here is not Berlin
What you see here is not Berlin
What you see here is not Berlin

Get out of my mind
Get back there in line
If you want to survive
You’ve got to be kind
If you really don’t mind me wasting your time
I’m all blind

Gods and monsters
Gods and monsters
Gods and monsters
They all look the same to me
We’re safe in their bunkers

You can see their faces
And you know what they want to be
For what you see here is not Berlin
What you see here is not Berlin
What you see here is not Berlin
I want to be with you