Gary Numan The Pleasure Skin
The sound of breathing
Protect the disease in me she says
The sound of breathing
I have never known fear like this before
I remember
The beautiess old but still as good she said
I remember
That I woke up in a cold dark room again
We are new men
Were the service, the pleasure skin
We are new men
No words, no image, no hope and fame
No shelter
You could feel the bitch outside the door
No shelter
She said nothing is leaving here alive
