Kent The Others (dom Andra) Lyrics

The Others (dom Andra) Lyrics

A lonely woman seeks a man

Answer to: The heart tells the truth

A
pessimist in his best form

I smell blood, the scent of sorrow

The
lovethirst of an alien

A wonder who betrayed who first

Eat fat and
sugar till you vomit

Or become a four-ton martyr

Sell yourself,
sell yourself for a high price

Come, borrow my thorncrown

Suffer
for the art or burn

I fight and keep the body warm

A dream of
mothers tender hug

The lovethirst of an alien

A wonder who betrayed
who first

And I'll be happy to become a martyr

We probably need a
new one

Sell yourself, sell yourself for a high price

A middle
finger to death

We walked over corpses

And put our love on show,

our rich inner life

But the plates to heaven

were sold-out when
we arrived

And the price we'd payed

To be classed as an lite

Was that we became like the others

We became like the others

We
became like the others

And we won't get any futher

We're back at
the start

But nobody will mourn us

We've played out or part

Forget all that shit

It doesn't mean a thing

We should have
gotten further

But we weren't enough

We became like the others

We became like the others

We became like the others