Gimme a minute now
I know I am a worthless soul
Let my senses breathe so I can feel anything at all
Cut me another piece of slack
I need your rage no more

Inside a siren song, a minuette
Maybe a million repetitions more will cover it, huh?

And gimme a second hand, I need some smooth love
Although I know that in fact you need it more, I beg you to
Cut me another piece of slack
I need my stalemate shake no more

This is a minuette
And I think that you should leave
‘Cause every fraction of this minute makes it hard for me to breathe
My acid skin
Through everything
At least I feel something