Ruin from Demo by Yacht Communism

Longing for a lost creation
Begging to lose some complications
Searching for help in disintegration
It's hard to tell from learned illusions
Draw a line to finish business
Visit now an empty hall
Stay inside and close your mind
Whatever 's learned, whatever 's gone

Tired hands on the ground
Plastic smiles make a sound

All in all we are a mess
Love and hail to be oppressed
Define a life to be impressed
By what's made up in consequence
All in all we are alone
Love and hail to be (on) our own
Define a lie to make impressed
By what's made up in our regrets

Tired hands on the ground
Plastic smiles make a sound

Nothing's left in disease
We accept and we smile
Nothing's left in disease
We regret and we smile
Nothing's left just disease
We pretend how to smile
Nothing's left from disease
We forget how to smile

• Punk
• Berlin