Portishead - Biscuit

I'm lost, exposed Stranger things will come your way
Its just I'm scared Got hurt along time ago
I can't make myself heard no matter how hard
I scream Ohh 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
Ohh sensation Sin, slave of sensation
Ohh sensation Sin, slave of sensation
At last, relief A mothers 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
Ohh sensation Sin slave of sensation