Grenade in my pocket, a pin in my hand
The Local sea-gull language, I can almost understand
I’m awful resistance, not hide and not a thief
The lather looks up to the sky, and with having breath
The fog disovermelted, when moon moved oversee
The day availed became some, one else as fee and sea
The water have it poison, sound is dead and light is off
No getting back, not anymore, no friends in my mellow

We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving
The universe are screaming May Day
Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
Vladivostok Y2K

Hugging in [bad word] women sailors begun,
Hemorrhaging tattoos, empty bottles [bad word] 
Can you hear the heartbeat, knocking on the soul,
The seas on last tending near the Paris no Rome
Your digest from the sellback Century boys
Rapines of the chewing gum and pokemon toys
They sub will sleep forever but showers never near
Where in the country’s pockets all the railroads disappear.

We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving
The universe are screaming May Day
Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
Vladivostok Y2K