Insensitivity Songtext
von Bones Garage

Sometimes on long drives
When silence covers the car
I′m sure the children in the back seat are dead

Their necks are probably slashed
They bleed a slow thick red
On the light upholstery
On the
Black rubber mats
Black rubber mats

Sometimes on long drives
When silence covers the car
I'm sure the children in the back seat are dead


Their necks are probably slashed
They bleed a slow thick red
On the light upholstery
On the

Black rubber mats
Black rubber mats

And through the mirror I look
It reflects nice
The hollow horror that runs through my eyes
And they′re sleeping deep
Too deep to notice

And through the mirror I look
It reflects nice
The hollow horror that runs through my eyes
And they're sleeping deep
Too deep to notice
They're sleeping deep
Too deep to notice