Deerhoof
Meltdown Upshot: 6: Cherubim
Unnatural thoughts of voluntary sins
Incurable remorse for the things I never did

Sin (Guilty), oh

Behind the closed door I heal my broken wings
The open window speaks of moving sounds from the streets

Sin (Guilty), oh

Unnatural thoughts of voluntary sins
Incurable remorse for the things I never did

Sin (Guilty), oh sin