These fucking bitches never stop dancing These fucking men want to be courted Children in the streets play at killing each other We sit behind a screen We sit behind a screen for an onion falling down Where did we end up? Is this really what we want? Where did we end up? Is this really what we want? Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Oh fuck myself, Oh fuck myself Hmmmmm Hmmmmm Hmmmmm I wish I had lived in an era when kids played tag in the streets, when love wasn’t a game, when music was real, when music was real and love wasn’t a game Where are feelings now? Why are we always searching for something more? Uuuhhh uhhh uhhh Where are feelings now? Why are we always searching for something more? Uuuhhh uhhh uhhhh Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Why don’t I feel enough? Why am I a perfectionist? Why do I want to be more? Uuuhhh Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Fuck myself God, why the hell did you make me so fucking hungry? Fuck myself Fuck myself Oh, fuck myself uhhh yeah Fuck myself Oh, Fuck myself Oh, fuck myself yeah yeah yeah Fuck myself Oh, fuck myself Fuck myself uuuh uuuh uuuh