Chrome Country

Affection is the mortal illness of lonely people Everyone thinks they know You still don't know me Lost and found, dream machine Loved and broken, riddled with insanity The loved and the broken Subject to strategy Affection is the mortal illness of lonely people Everyone thinks they know You still don't know me Lost and found, dream machine Loved and broken, riddled with insanity The loved, the broken Subject to strategy Minutes to go The flesh you've carried starts to fall in love With the certainty of its own demolition The flesh you've carried starts to fall in love With the certainty of its own demolition The flesh you've carried starts to fall in love With the certainty of its own demolition