Death Party

So c’mon join the party
For the things we don’t like
So c’mon let’s be boring, like we always try
This is our mega-culture
This is our enjoying culture
(living inside)
We don’t like to step outside
And glance under sand
'coz we might see the people
Reaching out their hands
But it’s fucking culture: no-one can join the party
Death party
So let’s make a decision and find the new vision
Which is buried deep under the ground
We feel so confused
We don’t know what to do
The old primitive man’s hiding there still
Trash flash uniform…
Let’s tear off this old uniform
Why can’t we be what we are
Let’s make a decision and find the new vision
Which is buried deep under the ground
Trash flash uniform.