She loves me
 (He loves me not)
 You've told me but I forgot
 I don't want to be the one you call on
 When you [bad word] luck in golden ambers,
 You kiss by the book, when you ride lies upon the throne
 [bad word]  it's your year, be in for a surprise
 The naked force, eight eyes of a new era on my back
 [bad word] parade, from our tidy bed of roses
 What once was
 new career you call it
 To catch a souvenir
 Of what once was, strict embarrassment
 And it makes you boil
 And it makes you choke
 And it makes you rally up the troops within your throat
 When she is me and I bloom within her speech
 Birth the machines
 Invoking the spirits of ancient fathers
 Take hand, earth, air, fire, water
 motherly life and echo of a home
 Burn 'em out of their homes
 Pillage the humans from their homes, the naked forcre
 Eight eyes of a new era on your back