Текст песни Every Time I Die - Pincushion
Every Time I Die - Pincushion слова песни
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.