He's sick He's pulling the skin right from his bones And in the separation she will unfold She'll unfold, She'll unfold in this separation
Leave the seems You were nothing but tearing fabric Sewn together by dark romantics Leave the seems You were nothing but tearing fabric Sewn together by dark romantics
Swindling her threads string by string the fakest skin She was born by mechanical building Made of fabric strings and elastic She was born by mechanical building Made of fabric strings and elastic
She was diseased, piece after piece And the struggling was killing me She was diseased, piece after piece And the struggling was killing me He spun her around and around Beating her down, down, down She was diseased, piece after piece and the struggling was killing me
Shes was false She wasn't nothing at all That stare And I haven't seen you
Machines built her Machines built her
Leave the seems You were nothing but tearing fabric Sewn together by dark romantics Leave the seems You were nothing but tearing fabric Sewn together by dark romantics
Is there space between us and the love machine Is there space between us and the love machine Is there space between us and the love machine Is there space between us and the love machine
I saw the threads in her eyes He spent his time on your hands designing and sewing your mind He spent his time on your hands, on your hands He spent his time on your hands designing and sewing your mind He spent his time on your handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
