Aroused now we're becoming now
The strong becoming now the tougher
Ones becoming now the wild
And we'll try to catch the unexpected
And the great forays sins and faults
And a filthy joy forays sins and faults
And a fiendish joy rise up and fall corrode
And die rise and escape monotony a rise without fall but
This surprise we've never found the naked
And the dead are brethren are alike
Rousing vices sick and nice orgies and frauds
The tricky and nice surrendering groans wide open
Thighs wonders and endless feasts but this surprise
We've never found we are the naked
And the dead befouled and sick
And out betrayed our hope has failed
We are the naked and the dead
The naked and the dead are brethren
Are alike