With no eyes
this gain is made of leather
I know we
can make it work together
I need to think
I need to see reporters
Here's a guy
And how to read the warnings
Looking up the holes in killing time
A western home
here amongst the rubble
is what you get
for all your fuss and trouble
Kneel and disconnecting till your fate
With no eyes I could see you
With no ears I could hear you
A change of sex
to make me feel much better
A shallow grave
the gain made of leather
Looking up the holes in killing time
A western home
here amongst the rubble
is what you get
for all your fuss and trouble
With no hands I can touch you
With no mouth I can taste you
With no drug I can cure you
with no heart I can kill you