Pincushion lyrics 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 [From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/e/every-time-i-die-lyrics/pincushion-lyrics.html ] 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 Watch Pincushion video Browse Other Every Time I Die Lyrics SONG MEANINGS no entries yet |
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