Bleach Your Bones

I’m the carrier of a broken gene, I’m the son and I’m the father
I’ll go right down
There’s an open door and I’m walking through, I can see the fire rising
I’ll go right down
Out on the window ledge, I’m doing semaphore
To tell the world what I’ve done wrong
My blue eyes turning grey, my blood is gasoline
There’s plastic leaking from my pores
Been having world war dreams, I’m dying in my sleep
I’ll walk with match-sticks in my eyes
I’m the carrier of a broken gene, I’m the son and I’m the father
I’ll go right down
There’s an open door and I’m walking through, I can see the fire rising
I’ll go right down
The billboard and the screen, spit black dirt over me
And sell me ways to clean it off
Been having world war dreams, I’m scared of everything
I’ll light the matchsticks in my eyes
In the torture garden, this is love
By the murder orchids, getting off
I’m the carrier of a broken gene, I’m the son and I’m the father
I’ll go right down
There’s an open door and I’m walking through, I can see the fire rising
I’ll go right down
It’s eternal war, it’s eternal war, and the city streets are burning
In the empty shells of the super-cars street children skin the millionaires
Skin the millionaires, skin the millionaires
And in their blood they’ll write the words
«We're all in this together, we’re all in this together»
«We're just so much better together»