Modus Operandi - ESTATE

A dead end

And old set of rules

The used ones trying to find a way out of prostitution

With paralyzed tongues and stimulated limbs

Under hostile fire right until you’ve reached the border just to be shot at

again

No one will hear our goodbye

Think about the mess you’ve left

Now let’s sum up the old vows and finally break them all at once

A theory

A poor choice of words

An outrage

An insult so severe you can almost hear their teeth grind

Being put to bed or being put to sleep?

The difference is faced with indifference

So cut them loose and I’m sure that they won’t know what to do

No one will hear our goodbye

Think about the mess you’ve left

Now let’s sum up the old vows and finally break them all at once

And you find yourself in front of a wrong crowd, so be it

We known them all too well

They love the sound of big words, you know?

They’re used to sympathize

Yes, they’re used to spins and shifts

They love to hear big words, you know?

They’re used to socialize

Yes, they’re used to spins and shifts

No one will hear our goodbye

Think about the mess you’ve left

Now let’s sum up the old vows and finally break them all at once