Gary Numan My Breathing
Assassination of the voice of god
I dont know if I can do it
Ive found the problem and the problems you
Im here to pick up the pieces.
You wont remember me but I do you
I told you that I would come back
Everything will be decided here
They can read it in the papers.
Your breathing haunts me
My breathing?
The sleeproom still waits for me.
Join the army you can see the world
I remember this one patrol
Been liberating river towns
And we picked up the sex skin crawl.
We would sing the new leaders song
Everyone invented stories
The connection was a fragile thing
Far too many distractions.
Ive been listening to the new dj
Whats all this original con?
We all live in the same museum
We all rearrange the same old song.
Assassination by the radio
I dont know if they can do it
Ive found the problem and the problems one
Im here to pick up the pieces.