Make my bed in droughts of beryl I haven't shot this thing in years Do you think I'll fold?
Calloused hands of detriment From a crossbow flinch of gasping air Do you think I'll...
So long, don't fall apart The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart We'll never hassle you
Remember at the hips where we once joined Severed by the scalpel when we were young Do you think I'll fold?
Held under the water in a blacklist trough Buried in the plots of your front steps Do you think I'll fold?
Incinerate the faith that you were taught Incinerate your crown of useless flesh Do you think I'll...
So long, don't fall apart The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart We'll never hassle you
And if this life belonged to me you can stop the rain from falling
Tie it on in your mind Its your noctourniquet
And in your fight to live and breathe Then you keep it to the night
Tie it on in your mind Its your noctourniquet
Made my bed in droughts of beryl I haven't shot this thing in years Do you think I'll fold?
Your color seems to flower from your hissing tongue Your livery of siblings cut from saffron cloth Do you think I'll fold?
I'll reach out through the pavement with the shortest straw Lavera, don't play in your mother's drawer Do you think I'll fold?
Come hasten to the first drop of endless flasks Heretics and peasants with a quench forboding Do you think I'll...
So long, don't fall apart The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart We'll never hassle you
So long, don't fall apart The words have made a perfect burden
Sewn along your hollow heart Whatever one takes, whatever one takes for youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
