The sun is an acid eye We're corroded with pleasure inside There's a hole in your thin white skin Now we'll never be clean again Our hands are two broken claws We scrape at the ground for hours I buried this sound in the floor To gain control of this feeling
Amnesia
And this city's a crowded room The earth is a closing tomb My hand is a perfect womb When you breathe, your breath is obscene Ooh... My heart is a lead box Ideas are shutting locks The air was just turned off Now you're sucking from this machine
Amnesia Amnesia
The sun will not rise today You children will stay where you lay The oil is black and it's thick And sex is a void filled with plastic Ooh... wah The President's mouth is a whore When there's murder, the audience roars There's no room left here for the strong And everything human's necessarily wrong
Wrong, wrong Wrong, wrong Wrong, wrong Wrong
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