End from The Completers by The Completers

What I want is a box with pleasures inside
You've got yours, but what about mine?
There is nothing left inside of it
What do you want?
Is there a place you would like to hide out?
Maybe together, we can get to find
A place away from anxiety's downfall
We're on the edge
What I want is somebody with pleasures inside
I want yours; do you want mine?
There is nothing left inside of me
What do you want?
Is there a place you would like to hide out?
Maybe together, we can get to find
Dollars in your mind,
Pleasures in your lies,
Love to abide,
Dollars in their minds,
Pleasures in their lies,
But in the end, we never get what we deserve

• Alternative
• Punk
• post-punk
• Porto Alegre