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

And The Earth Is A Closing Tomb

In My Hand Is Your Perfect Womb

When You Breathe Your Breath Is Obscene

My Heart Is A Lead Box

Ideas Are Shutting Locks

The Air Was Just Turned Off

And You're Sucking From This Machine

(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

The President's Mouth Is A Whore

When There's Murder The Audience Roars

There's No Room Left For The Strong

Everything Human's Necessarily Wrong:

(Amnesia