Lyrics Four Arms - SDH Semiotics Department of Heteronyms

You are going through my body
In silence
In silence
Cause there's nothing more we can say
On this day
On this day
In this time limits
In this space devoid of all sense
Devoid of all sense
Who are you touching?
Who are you talking to?
You have too many rules
You make me crawl
Who are you talking to?
You have too many rules
You make me crawl
I don't recognize what I say it's mine
What I say it's mine
Maybe it's yours
I don't recognize my fingers anymore
My face
My body
Who are you touching?
Who are you touching?
What am I touching?
What am I touching?
What am I touching?
Who are you talking to?
You have too many rules
You make me crawl
Who are you talking to?
You have too many rules
You make me crawl
Whose arm is this?
This leg?
This face?
This skin?
Whose arm is this?
This leg?
This face?
This skin?
Whose arm is this?
This leg?
This face?
This skin?