Six Six Sixties - Throbbing Gristle



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

This is the world now

Move a fin and the world turns

Sit in a chair and pictures change

Try to eat us

And get trapped

Or injured

Just



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