Sore from Snakeskin by cutouts

Take Me Out, try to outrun me, thought you took control, but you can’t find me. You can’t find me. Sneakin’ out, just to drive around, turn it inside out, but you can’t find me, I’m changing around, changing around ya. Come back, I’ll be new. Come back, I’ll be new. I know how it sounds.

The faithless, at closing time, they comb the strip. I’m a dog come put me down. I humble myself in your temple, there’s no mistake where it ends though, double life getting fed in the valley, big vein come and cut right through me. Changing around, I’m changing around ya. Six in the morning, it’s a lot, still singing some brokenhearted tune. Sick of longing for you. Sore from longing for you.

Do you need it all? Do you need it all? Do you need it all? Time waiting on my turn. Do you need it all? Do you need it all? Do you need it all?

• Alternative
• Krautrock
• Synth Punk
• New York