Testo Dancehouse Flair

Oh, I hate these crippled minds Too sweet to think, dumb and blind Filled with yuppie-dreams Swimming with the stream Sex, drugs, dancehouse-flair A bitter taste in the air Better than the rest You are the best Styled to death, ice in the air Have a taste of dancehouse-flair We do not think, we do not care Let´s have a taste Of dancehouse-flair I´d like to make you disappear I´d like to teach you how to fear Yes there´s more than bugs Money, sex and drugs I meet you when I walk around Over bloody rich-man´s grounds On every scene Now in my dreams Styled to death.... Maybe you will rule this land With just a single hand But this shiny world you want to rent Will be built on sand I´ve tried to find Nice words for you But this hate-song Was all I could do ´Cause you´re Styled to death...