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Pincushion

アーティスト:Every Time I Die  アルバム:Last Night in Town 

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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,


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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