Besedila: Moist. Creature. Gasoline.

Did I hurt you?
All wash of waters broken
My favulous machine to suck so close your eyes
I'll cut you inside and tell me, did I hurt you, hurt you?

Your machine will die
And tell me what I've wasted
Tell me gasoline is in my head
I'm turning on

And tell me if it kills you quietly?
The world is waiting
Bringing on its own arrival
Something tries to burn you inside

And tell me what I've taken taken my machine has died
And tell me what I've wasted tell me
And gasoline is in my head
I'm turning on

These hands have broken
Hard pressed on everyone
My words can't open you alone, you alone
Gasoline is in my head
I'm turning on, I'm turning home