Shrine to all of our shams Broken down Broken to make Make the dust into grammes Broken down Broken to build Build the pens for the lambs Broken down Broken to dust Dust in mouth, on my hands
Stitch my eyes I don't care
We don't want it - you can fucking keep it One hand round my neck and the other in my pocket We don't want it – you can fucking keep it Never have I had a voice but never will I submit We don't want it - you can fucking keep it One hand round my neck and the other in my pocket
Stitch my eyes I still see
Nails hammered in to the sand Falling down Failing to land Land this vessel, disband Falling down Failing to stand Stand by the minute hand Falling down Failing first-hand Pour my drink on the sand
Stitch my eyes Blind to thee
I don't know how things have come to this Living in your kingdom drenched in pish I don't think that I deserve all this Drowning in this waste and caring lessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
