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 Now you're s**ing 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 s** is a void filled with plastic The President's mouth is a who*e When there's murder, the audience roars There's no room left here for the strong And everything human's necessarily wrong (Amnesia)