歌词
The constant farewell
Of the given up ghost
The constance sewn in
All contained in one cell
Tuning his mind
The speakers in row
Alive on arrival
Begging to unwind
The wires closing in
Like a cow in the line
Sacrifice for your own leisure
The melody breaking from him
The filth of a sunny day
Arranged and left alive
He sets off in the cabinet
Forgot how he lost his way