When the razors break in us it's time to give in
With a feast of wood and dust, a diet of glass, contort, distort
Why am I so attracted to the dangerous relationships
So false and cinematic? for I belong it seems nowhere,
Slowly imploding, so delicate, with all the answers inside out
My time at war with myself
I wish I could touch my shin with my knees I don't have any joints in my legs, my fingernails start at my ankles and wrists
How could you recognise me wounded,
I thought I had covered it up. Di, dice, die, dice
1 | Rubber Lover |
2 | Je Suis Un Funky Homme |
3 | Kid Gloves |
4 | Everybody Dance |
5 | Demon |
6 | An Egyptian And An Imposter |
7 | A Curse And A Coyote |
8 | Erotic Robotic |
9 | An Eagle And An Eye |
10 | The Beaver And The Rabbit |