Sit here

Blue light

Washed out

Borrowed

Pin me up and boil

Welcome to the wrong



...skin me...

Silent filter



Sucks in the resting

Whipping

Children

Posture frozen god

Hungry muted nations



...skin me...



It's just a feeling I have

It's like a feeling of death

You can't be in it for the cash

You must be in it for life

And if your houes I need

And if the payment is real

And if your mind is at ease

That is the death of music