Dickheads abound Playing out the doubtful sound like rain on water The? moves out Now they hear the sound of doubt? this? Are we being spied upon by spirits in the sky? Confiscations of your emotion Mutilation on me Dickheads are back Hanging out and smoking crack from Isle Bay to Mount Eden Language of death All the lucky ones have read the future is wet and freezing Are we being spied upon by spirits in the sky? Confiscation of your emotions Mutilation on me Are we being spied upon by spirits in the sky? Confiscations of your emotion Mutilation on me On me On me