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

S.K.I.N.S.

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…