Audio Sensory Theatre: these are the words they say.
	the Sneaker Pimps - [Bloodsport / Grazes]
	So did the sympathy for me start to fade When your conscience is down, fix paranoia scars when I need all So did you ever see the north get so grey Swallows me up, hollows the language in my last lungs So which fucking ape is on you today ? That's what my head wakes up and says when I crumble I'm the aim to suffocate and blame You gave less than you tried to possess All the greed is nothing that I need If you can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I cannot contain this I can't fake the traces I can't fake the grazes So the fever that I got stole my name It opened me up, twisted my bones, now I'm nothing I knew the second time that I saw your face The city lit up, was bleeding its gifts Now I'm sinking Just another lonely box beneath her bed A mark on her back, a bruise in her head Had she fallen, had she fallen ? That is what she wished she had said To traces of time was riding the spine Was it worth it ? I'm the aim to suffocate and blame You gave less than you tried to possess All the greed is nothing that I need If you can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I cannot contain this I can't fake the traces I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes I can't face the grazes