Текст (слова) песни: Every Time I Die - Pincushion
where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio, i`m waiting with a frozen pulse. crawl into an empty womb, don`t raise these dead. they`ve found their god in soil. dry scab silhouette`s tell the secrets of sewn mouths, my heart is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles. mismanufactured. screaming like some faulty machinery. the overwhelming inefficiency of infants. artificer stead me now you`ve sewn a machine. you`ve birthed an abortion. the corpse of god is love. i`m rotting, and i`m not yet dead. i`m the king of worms and i`ll have your head. resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin. i swear i`ve never been here before. everyone but me looks like they`ve seen a ghost. all eyes fall on collapsing statues. stop pointing. stop laughing. there`s nothing to see here. everybody try to relax. everybody please remain calm. (i`m not supposed to be here anyway) divinity doesn`t show what the stables hold. the scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words. we traitors share our strings. we`re suffocating under makeshift skin. pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt.
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