The Sun is an acid eye We're corroded with pleasure inside There's a hole in your thin white skin No, 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 The earth is a closing tomb My hand is a perfect womb When you breathe, your breath is obscene (Ooh) My heart is a lead box Ideas are shutting locks The air was just turned off Now, you're sucking from this machine ♪ Amnesia 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 (Ooh, wah) The president's mouth is a whore When there's murder, the audience roars There's no room left here for the strong And everything human's necessarily wrong Wrong, wrong Wrong, wrong Wrong, wrong Wrong Amnesia