Pouring whiskey in dried-out bodies   Coarsely hewn by wood and love   Deep inside them smolders slowly   Thick as yeast, green bitterness      Helpless, their eyes are blind   And all their thoughts are simple   Their ears are deaf   And all their songs are trival   Their loves have gone sour   And all their looks are vacant   Their food is foul   The art they makes lacks the challenge   All their minds are empty   All their thoughts are simple   All their songs and books are trivial   All their ears are deaf      Birds who once flew with passion   Now they're easily caught with bare hands   Locked in cages, learning their lessons   Bullets for the already dead      Tasteless, our tongues are dumb   And all our speeches are hollow   Our minds are numb   And all our books are shallow   Our loves are sour   And all our looks are vacant   Our food is foul   The art we make lacks the challenge   All our minds are empty   All our thoughts are simple   All our songs and books are trivial   All our looks are vacant      Birds who once flew with passion   Can easily be caught with bare hands   Locked in cages, learning their lessons   Bullets for the already dead      Can you still see   The stars   The Sky   Thru layers of grey?   They're fading away...      Can you still see the stars?       It's hard to think of the ocean   With the sweet stench of piss in your hair   Morning air still invades every wallpaper cell   Year after year after year      All these years those walls were empty   Curtains yellowed, now white with mold   Lardy plaster, the paint is peeling   From the ashtray: swathes of blue smoke      Corrosive waters   Black rain falls the seventh time   Unyielding minds of coal   Jaws opened wide   They changed their beds:   Dearly white sheets weeping like shrouds   This is the chamber where their God spent his final hour   Can you still see the stars through layers of grey?   Or have the city-lights taken their place?      The stars are fading away   Away   Away   Away      Eyes leap at the bait   We march in circles under jupiter's sway   Eyes will fall prey to the cheat   One more surrender and we'll suffer defeat