ffO Lyrics

Mechanical weddings promise the golden stars
Too hollow orations keep the spotless thoughts
Luxurious places show a way for the right
Do we really have to feel this joy so bright?

Frustrated
are all victims of this turquoise room
Frustrated
are all victims of this turquoise room

Synthetic smiles are helpless repressed thirst
Nobody wants to be erased like the first
Cup of cold mirrors reflects their shining air
Until the time when the space will not be rare

Frustrated
are all victims of this turquoise room
Frustrated
are all victims of this turquoise room

(Thanks to Rara Avis for these lyrics)