I don’t like itnThis pressing flesh of star signnGerman eyes on postagenWhere’s he gone today?nnAnd I liked itnThe way this blood was herselfnThe sunny skies encirclingnRead them new todaynnAnd you feel like bitenLike something surfs alivenYou feel her bitenWither nownnYou feel like I’m alivenLike there’s nothing in the blacknYou feel that guy (guise)nMuscle and dye (Frozen with sound) (x2)nnBut I liked it,nThe way this blood would hurt hernThe sunny sky in circlesn