The Numanoid Channel

Confiscate letters like D.E.B.

No natural course of things

For her to expect

Withdraw the feelings 'You can, you can't'

I called your number as you told the world

Something is wrong

There is no longer any normal to me

You're my assassin but you can't see the crime

Pointless possessions

Of me and you and greed

I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes

Something is wrong

(P) 1982 Beggars Banquet

We Take Mystery (To Bed)