The Numanoid Channel

What's it like to be face to face with me?

Playing tricks with hearts quite as young as yours

Do you know what the reunion pays for you?

Do you feel like I'm supposed to do?

I could be love

I could be your assassin. I don't know

Pictures of my face dissappear with time

They gave boys to quite tasteless friends of mine

Re-arrange thoughts to 'what will be will be'

There is no god so pray to me.

(P) 1981 Beggars Banquet

Letters (Face To Face)