Testo Vacuum Packed

He was born scentless
Baby smell in plastic
In plastic bags
Vacuum-packed

You will think you’re happy
Tracking dogs are powerless
You’ll live senseless You’ll have to start it off without any words

Like a one-dollar note in her hand
Wants some help but who’ll understand
It all seems too much for me
He should perish if he flees

Chemical fragrance
A room full of life right up to silence
No one will believe
She said you are the reason I feel pain

He said lucky days
Make mostly heedless
A good carefree brain Back from memories of former sameness

Chemical fragrance
A room full of life right up to silence
No one will believe
She said you are the reason
You are the reason
You are the reason I feel pain