Lyrics Space Faithful - Show Me the Body

I blistered my finger when I
When I sold
Home to a fake but
I could brake the bank fuck
A window for the pain. I stone or a
Chain
Inside hell but the eyes read the
Same,
He's sitting in a cell or he's waiting
On a train.
Every taking out the bad from the
Bane
And the good from the maimed
And the company cranes. Sick boys
Beating in brains I was
Bleeding out stains and making my
Wage.
Stuck in a storm I always shake
Fuck an empty hand on whay mine made.
I fine the same
In sisters and killers relate

They stuck behind bars or get
Fucked
Behind wheels of their cars they sit
In the dark
And they wait, they're comparing
Scars,
Chinatown writer writes SARS.
Their love was born to stake

If word is bond, I am a wage slave.
Tether my arms and my wrist with
These chains
Cause I blistered my fingers when I...

Carees my wrists