The Amenta - Skin текст песни

The neon bruise on her cheek flickers on/off/on in the rain. On her thigh there
is a tattooed smear. She finds a vein in her ankle. Pull back
Under a tangle of freeway passes, a squat, squalid city. Derelict buildings
huddled together for warmth, windows burn with cool blue TV fire.
They all sell something down here. Sex, drugs, religion. They’ll buy escape at any price
She squats in a peeling doorway, something childlike and explicit in the splay
of her legs. From her tiny purse she takes a cigarette and rolls it between her
fingers
Buildings grow like weeds between drifts of broken stereos and refrigerator
boxes
He steps towards her and offers a light. The gesture is familiar and as she
stands, a coy smile twists her face, the cigarette casually held to hide her
broken tooth. As they talk she smooths the pleated vinyl of her skirt.
He draws her back into the doorway, out of the rain
The only moon over the city tonight is the crescent of bleached teeth on a billboard advertising salvation, at a high price
He steps towards her but doesn’t offer a light. When he spits at her feet she
recoils, as if it has landed on her cheek. As he waves his fist she notices the
stains on his teeth. She thinks they must have been retouched for the billboard.
His teeth are the colour of derelict, rotten buildings. She says «At least I admit what I am». He spits again and walks away