作曲 : Townsend
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.