Besedila: IAMX. Avalanches.

We danced in the snow of a crystal December
In the dying of our souls our bodies were the only answer
Drunken survivors of a Christian nation
Of the media and hate
The governments and slaves

Avalanches of the violent disharmony
From a coma of OK have awoken me
In the cover-up of disgraceful abuses
Avalanches of the violent disharmony

Emotional tolls
Ghettos and codes to remember
Of the poverty and the frauds
The bullies and the ego pretenders
So we danced in the snow to the back of my GDR garden
In comedy delight
Immoral and divine