Every single word
Has already been said
Once or a million times
Every song
Has already been sung
In one world or the other
Many a girl has entered your palace
To let you get close to strange flesh
Every catchphrase
Has already been said
But there is one thing, we have not had
New flesh
Strange flesh
How primitive our desire is

Primitive desire
Mingles with
Yearning for absolution
Salvation from searching
Fulfilment through penetration
Penetrate into my inner self
And take it with you in a soft bag
Into another world

Every lie
Has already been told
But still we long for being deceived by
New flesh
Old flesh
How primitive our desire is
Many a girl has entered your palace
To let you get close to strange flesh