The flesh in your hands, the flesh in your command - it's something you know, it's something you can hold
The ring in your head, the ring in your sweat on the street growing cold and colder
Growing over, the great fading, the music playing

The flesh in your hand, the flesh in your command - it's something you know, it's something you can hold
The ring in your head, the ring in your sweat on the street growing cold and colder
Growing over the great fading, the music playing

Rob the accountant, stop the mountain, god save us, cut your wrist with paper
Count your days, and it's only aging
Cash back and capture with a magnet
The heat is outside, the heat is on, you dropped the fire
It's something you know, it's something you can hold
The ring in your neck, the ring in your sweat on the sheets - it's something you know, it's something you can hold

The flesh in your hands, the flesh in your command. Growing cold and colder
Growing over, the great fading, the music playing
Your boy's through waiting

Rob the accountant, stop the mountain, god save us, cut your wrist with paper
Count your days, and it's only aging
Cash back and capture with a magnet
Rob the accountant, stop the mountain, god save us, cut your wrist with paper
Count your days and it's only aging
Cash back and capture with a magnet