The novelty express sends me to the next experience
Where the dark sky testifies
The behavior of peculiar individuals.
Ideas of fun are now reconsidered
Rituals are invoked
To modernize the established indie visuals
Whisky inbound, round after round
The low fog slowly conquers the room.
Small talk quickly turns into gloom.
Everything looks fake and I'm fading away.
The trembling bass surely keeps me at bay
Whisky inbound, round after round
And at the end of the night,
We gotta toast with that dubious bottle of wine
Whisky inbound, there is no way out
