You held your palm above the flame and talked about the rain the blister rose, the story stayed you never changed your face You tasted salt on someone's cheek and called it something sweet you learned the word from magazines and wore it like a sleeve Psychopathy is sabotage of the senses every wire cut clean psychopathy is sabotage of the senses and you smile in between You watched them stepping off the train like numbers on a page you counted coats, you counted shoes you never kept a name A woman crying on the stairs you timed her like a song you hummed the bar where she broke down and got the rhythm wrong Psychopathy is sabotage of the senses every wire cut clean psychopathy is sabotage of the senses and you smile in between Smoke along the corridor you're the last to turn the walls are warm, the alarms are loud you watch the curtains burn I lay my hand against your chest the engine's running fine a perfect clock with nothing in it keeping perfect time Psychopathy is sabotage of the senses every wire cut clean psychopathy is sabotage of the senses and you smile in between Five cut wires five cut wires nothing coming through five cut wires five cut wires
