Bathing in the sun   Chewed up by some bugs   Tearing through my flesh   I can feel their love   I hope that they are happy   I feed them with my blood   Today they may be rich   But tomorrow comes a flood      Real real real   What are the chances   Someone paid for me to grow up      A mouth without a face   He fights his fights in our back garden   Inside we eat creatures   Our hearts begin to harden   A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don't need   We give our days to nothing   But we're not prepared to bleed