Woorden: Swans. Love Of Life. Amnesia.

The Sun Is An Acid Eye
We're Corroded With Pleasure Inside
There's A Hole In Your Thin White Skin
Now We'll Never Be Clean Again
Our Hands Are Two Broken Claws
We Scrape At The Ground For Hours
I Buried This Sound In The Floor
To Gain Control Of This Feeling
(Amnesia)

And This City's A Crowded Room
And The Earth Is A Closing Tomb
In My Hand Is Your Perfect Womb
When You Breathe Your Breath Is Obscene
My Heart Is A Lead Box
Ideas Are Shutting Locks
The Air Was Just Turned Off
And You're Sucking From This Machine
(Amnesia)

The Sun Will Not Rise Today
You Children Will Stay Where You Lay
The Oil Is Black And It's Thick
And Sex Is A Void Filled With Plastic
The President's Mouth Is A Whore
When There's Murder The Audience Roars
There's No Room Left For The Strong
Everything Human's Necessarily Wrong:
(Amnesia)

Identity

Now I'm Breathing The Breath Of God
And The Cold Wind Cleans My Mind
And I'm Standing In A Ring Of Fire
And My Heart Is Made Of Light
And I Fly Across The Red Mountains
And My Hands Contain The Sky
And The Earth Rolls Away In Darkness
And I Ride A Piece Of Lightning
Killing Time
Killing Time

Now They Punish Our Imagination
And Corrupt Our Blood With Fear
And Infinity's Beneath The Ocean
But Oblivion Sits Right Beside Me Here
So We Are Blind And We're Polluted
And Each Breath Is Drunk With Tears
We'll Drift Away Across Tomorrow
And We'll Ride The Breath Of Nothing
Through The Years
Killing Time
Killing Time