Lletres: Mansun. King of Beauty.

Feed this insect inside me
Watch my time dripping off from the walls
This silence and stillness
Like a glove with the fingers withdrawn

Sympathy leaves in the cold
Look for an exit but they're closed
Brief fabrication of what I know

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty
Leaves this building, yeah

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The King of beauty leaves this building
Living in a body bag
I'm waiting, I'm waiting

Resurrection of memory
All the things I remember I hold
A virtual impression
Of a life that I'm building alone

Sympathy leaves in the cold
Look for an exit but they're closed
Brief fabrication of what I know

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty
Leaves this building, yeah

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty leaves this building
Living in a body bag
I'm waiting, I'm waiting

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty
Leaves this building, yeah

Hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty leaves this building
Living in a body bag
I'm waiting, I'm waiting

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty leaves this building
Living in a body bag
I'm waiting, I'm waiting

I'm hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty leaves this building
Living in a body bag
I'm waiting, I'm waiting

Hiding my sickness
No motion, no feeling
The king of beauty leaves this building
Living in a body bag
I'm waiting, I'm waiting