Six Six Sixties Throbbing Gristle

[Verse 1]
I am one of the injured, a tear blurs flesh
Dissolving like an injured dog
Like wasted limbs get smaller
Pain is the stimulus of pain
But then, of course, nothing is cured

[Verse 2]
This is the world now
Move a fin and the world turns
Sit in a chair and pictures change
Try to eat us, get trapped
Or injured
Just