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When I read a book I feel between my fingers
when I am lying in my room
I throw my skin in to display
When I read a book I like to feel between my fingers
when I am lying in my room
I'd like to throw my skin to display

This is my direction

We' re helping you stay connected
Because we often see devices coming from arrest
With good technology but with the wrong ideas
They kill us for our nothingness

Useless Device is in my brain
Useless Device circles in me

Stranger is death
Killer's are back

Why am I so nervous?
Is this my portrait?

Useless Device is in my brain
Useless Device circles in me

Stranger is death
Killer's are back

Why am I so nervous?
Is this my portrait?

When I read a book I feel between my fingers
when I am lying in my room
I throw my skin in to display
When I read a book I like to feel between my fingers
when I am lying in my room
I'd like to throw my skin to display

This is my direction

You don’t want to read a book about machines
I don’t want to read a book about lovely Kristine
This is a limited run
What if I stop this?
What if I let this happen?

Useless Device is in my brain
Useless Device circles in me

Stranger is death
Killer's are back

Why am I so nervous?
Is this my portrait?

Useless Device is in my brain
Useless Device circles in me

Stranger is death
Killer's are back

Why am I so nervous?
Is this my portrait?

My portrait

these lyrics are submitted by Oliver Cepek
When I read a book I feel between my fingers  when I am lying in my room  I throw my skin in to display  When I read a book I like to feel between my fingers  when I am lying in my room  I'd like to throw my skin to display    This is my direction    We' re helping you stay connected  Because we often see devices coming from arrest  With good technology but with the wrong ideas  They kill us for our nothingness    Useless Device is in my brain  Useless Device circles in me    Stranger is death  Killer's are back    Why am I so nervous?  Is this my portrait?    Useless Device is in my brain  Useless Device circles in me    Stranger is death  Killer's are back    Why am I so nervous?  Is this my portrait?    When I read a book I feel between my fingers  when I am lying in my room  I throw my skin in to display  When I read a book I like to feel between my fingers  when I am lying in my room  I'd like to throw my skin to display    This is my direction    You don’t want to read a book about machines  I don’t want to read a book about lovely Kristine  This is a limited run  What if I stop this?  What if I let this happen?    Useless Device is in my brain  Useless Device circles in me    Stranger is death  Killer's are back    Why am I so nervous?  Is this my portrait?    Useless Device is in my brain  Useless Device circles in me    Stranger is death  Killer's are back    Why am I so nervous?  Is this my portrait?    My portrait    these lyrics are submitted by Oliver Cepek