Ströer Bros. & Fine - Fruitfly, Multiply lyrics

From the nameless edge of the universe, To the utmost depths of bad to worse; From the painless hope of voodoo curse, To the horseless rider of zombie hearse. Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take. And if I wake before I die, may this word be the reason why. Space womb cradle crib highchair chair rockingchair wheelchair gurney... Fruitfly, multiply! just do it - don't ask why. Fruitfly, get up high - come on, it's worth a try. White row, tidal flow - how low can we go? Test screen, plastic gene - bye-bye, Holocene. Fruitfly, multiply! just do it - don't ask why. Fruitfly, get up high - come on, it's worth a try. Black owl, prefab soul - fly by, tell us why. Test screen, plastic gene - bye-bye, Holocene. When two lovers each go their own way, Nothing left to salvage, nothing left to say, Only that we loved and lost, Now we count the cost, Only that we tried and failed to last another day. When a heart breaks in a thousand bits, Can't be rea**embled, can't be coaxed to fit, Only time and tears to cry, Rhymes all say goodbye, Only empty afternoons and nights that just won't quit. When it's over, what else can we do? Sift through heaps of falsehood searching for the true. While each memory slips the hand, Hopes all built on sand. Fruitfly, multiply! just do it - don't ask why. Fruitfly, get up high - come on, it's worth a try. White row, tidal flow - how low can we go? Test screen, plastic gene - bye-bye, Holocene. Fruitfly, multiply! just do it - don't ask why. Fruitfly, get up high - come on, it's worth a try. Black owl, prefab soul - fly by, tell us why. Test screen, plastic gene - bye-bye, Holocene.