Portishead - Biscuit

I'm lost, exposed

Stranger things will come your way

It's just I'm scared

Got hurt along time ago

I can't make myself heard

No matter how hard I scream

Oh sensation

Sin, slave of sensation

Full fed yet I still hunger

Torn inside

Haunted I tell myself, yet I still wander

Down, inside, its tearing me apart

Oh sensation

Sin, slave of sensation

At last, relief

A mother's son has left me sheer

The shores I seek

Are crimson tastes devine

I can't make myself heard

No matter how hard I scream

Oh sensation

Sin slave of sensation