Tekster: Tribe After Tribe. Nikita.

Lovely nikita
alone in her bathroom
alone with her headphones
warding her lover with silence

lovely nikita
one perfect prayer
lovely nikita
automatic repeater

what do you want from us

i'll meet you at the barricade
smiling or weeping
the bodies are in the lake
all the king's judges are sleeping

cold dark shadow
no flesh no spirit

what do you want from us
what do you want