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