"Sub-culture" de New Order


To Hristo, Andrés and myself.

I like walking in the park when it gets late at night, I move ‘round in the dark and leave when it gets light. I sit around by day, tied up in chains so tight. These crazy words of mine so wrong they could be…


What do I get out of this? I always try, I always miss. One of these days you'll go back to your home, you won't even notice that you are alone. One of these days when you sit by yourself you'll realize you can't shaft without someone else. In the end you will submit, it's got to hurt you a little bit.

I like talking in my sleep, when people work so hard, they need what they can’t keep, a choice that leaves them scarred. A view without a room unveils the truth so soon and when the sun goes down, you've lost what you had...

In the end you will submit: “It’s got to hurt a little bit”.