I'm not comfortable here,
I'm not comfortable in my skin.
Can you hear the scratching at the walls?
With every breath i breathe you in.
Can you smell the ammonia?
Hard to smell what's everywhere.
The beautiful ones are feeling sick.
Hold your breath and wait for fresh air.
The sonic nuances of the uk
Are deafened by your volume, your mass.
Suffocated mouths - under pillows smile are found.
It breeds and breeds yet nothing it born.
