Islands - No Milk, No Sugar

We need new blood
We need new drugs
We need new lovers

We got so thrown
We feel lost at home
No milk, no sugar
Would it be the cream
If only a machine could make us dream again?

We fill our lungs
We don't hold our toungs
We don't need to prove this
We rest control
Think we like this home
The young and the useless
Would it be the cream
If only a machine could make us dream again?

We waste our time
We hang behind
And we wait for the others
We need new blood
We need new tribes
We need new lovers