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)