The Pleasure Skin — Gary Numan

The sound of breathing Protect the disease in me she says The sound of breathing I have never known fear like this before

I remember The Beauties's old but still as good she said I remember That I woke up in a cold dark room again

We are new men We're the service, the pleasure skin We are new men No words, no image, no hope and fame

No shelter You could feel the bitch outside the door No shelter She said nothing is leaving here alive