No Milk, No Sugar

We need new blood

We need new drugs

We need new lovers

We got so thrownWe feel lost at home

No milk, no sugar

Would it be the cream,

If only a machine could make us dream again?

We fill our lungsWe don't hold our toungs

We don't need to prove this

We rest control

Think we like this home

The young and the useless

Would it be the cream,If only a machine could make us dream again?

We waste our time

We hang behind

And we wait for the others

We need new blood

We need new tribes

We need new lovers