Songtext von New Warm Skin

One fatal gift Arrived here today Heavenly sent From the beauticians that pray Here comes that face And it's a textural treat Is this a war? Is this a god? New Warm Skin New Warm Expensive to touch It's a novocaine skin Beauty; this beast Is transparent and thin This sun can be cruel I don't want to melt Is this a war? Is this a god? New Warm Skin New Warm Skin New Warm Skin New Warm One fatal gift Arrived here today Contorted dreams Of the beauticians that pray Crawling out of this heat And drifting this way Is this a war? Is this a god? New Warm Skin New Warm Skin New Warm Skin Is this a war? Is this a god?