歌词
sit hereblue lightwashed outborrowedpin me up and boilwelcome to the wrong...skin me...silent filtersucks in the restingwhippingchildrenposture frozen god.hungry muted nations...skin me...it's just a feeling
I haveit's like a feeling of deathyou can't be in it for the cashyou must be in it for lifeand if your houses
I needand if the payment is realand if your mind is at easethat is the death of music.
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