Puncture Wound के बोल

Streets, like Prussian blues Split the cells in my blood Black, like the outer eye Adrenalized by love Glow of a cigarette Illuminates from above Push, push down the earth Feel my hand through your glove Slump in the arbour door Skin belongs to me Point in perfect form A puncture wound results (Whisper my name) (Whisper my name) (Whisper my name) (Whisper my name)