Emotional frustration With a metal cold vibration Tiny cherry candy Instead of wild sexuality There's no face to forget So wipe away the sweat Wipe away your makeup There's nothing to be scared of Don't you cry, don't be whiny There lives someone in your body Your biomachinery Needs a touch Don't you cry, don't be whiny There lives someone in your body Your biomachinery Needs a God You need satisfaction You need time to feel You need satisfaction Recover yourself How do you describe the pain? Is it your soul or just the flesh Questions make you empty And your faith became a mess You and your psycho movies A new imaginary friend Sitting in your room with your ghosts Your lover must be dead Don't you cry, don't be whiny There lives someone in your body Your biomachinery Needs a touch Don't you cry, don't be whiny There lives someone in your body Your biomachinery Needs a God You need satisfaction Give me some expressions I'm talking, I'm talking So push me to the bed Or hit me in the mouth I'm talking to you You need satisfaction You need time to feel You need satisfaction Recover yourself How do you describe the pain? Is it your soul or just the flesh Questions make you empty And your faith became a mess I'm talking, I'm talking to you...