S.K.I.N.S. - My Sweet Satellite

I’ve paid out

My old debts

Black keen ravens

Crack the silence

As You’ve healed all

Your old wounds

Brick head peasants

Call a new curse

All the «have to"'s —

The vexed oldschool

You wish it’d all be

Just a bad dream

The hollow «i do"'s

Follow their rules

You think of a flee

You wanna break loose

The siren’s on for you

So hide hide hide

That gun is loaded for us two

So find find find

A way we relate

And bind our skins

A way we fade

And bind our skins…

Senses obscure

Does it feel cruel?

Makes no difference

Who is a fool

You act in play

Where noone’s to blame

But who is hearing

The bray of pain

Flam’s no cure

Lies are a glue

Flags differ

Faux or pure

The Highest of stakes

Plays at no fake

But who’s dealing

The cards of your fate

The siren’s on for you

So hide hide hide

That gun is loaded for us two

So find find find

A way we relate

And bind our skins

A way we fade

And bind our skins…