Crème De La Crème Lyrics - Ninth - Peter Murphy

We joined this land, where they paint the ice. 

To find the new: we throw Saturn dice. 

We dream in gold and Simurg blue. 

Crème de la crème - it's to death adieu. 

Now we're laying on new waves. 

Our guns have lost their victims' names. 

Our concrete minds have turned to dust 

Angelic police have killed our lust. 

Now we're laying on new waves. 

Our guns have lost their victims' names. 

Our concrete minds have turned to dust 

Angelic police have killed our lust. 

Tidal overflow reads the sign. 

The secret soul is all that shines. 

We sing our praise in modal tones. 

And Dorian's mirror: we do not own. 

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We're being lit by the shining one. 

Out of ourselves. 

To ourselves we've gone. 

We click the heels of our glitter red shoes. 

Crème de la crème - it's to death adieu. 

Now we're laying on new waves. 

Our guns have lost their victims' names. 

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Out of ourselves 

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