Portishead – Biscuit

I’m lost, exposed Stranger things will come your way

Its just I’m scared Got hurt along time ago

I can’t make myself heard no matter how hard

I scream Ohh sensation Sin, slave of sensation Full fed yet

I still hunger Torn inside Haunted

I tell myself, yet I still wander Down, inside, its tearing me apart

Ohh sensation Sin, slave of sensation

At last, relief A mothers son has left me sheer

The shores I seek Are crimson tastes devine

I can’t make myself heard, no matter how hard I scream

Ohh sensation Sin slave of sensation