Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Governed By Contagions, artist - At The Drive-In. Album song in•ter a•li•a, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Governed By Contagions |
Portrait of a family force fed through tunnel straws |
Singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie |
There’s a narc on every corner |
Knock, knock, knock on every door |
With a home made remedy to loosen every tongue |
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth? |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace yourself, my love |
Smuggled in their faith like an orbit in decay |
Drools the cloying adulation of the piss ants |
One shot for every snitch leads the needle to the stitch |
It’s a homemade remedy to loosen every tongue |
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth? |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace yourself, my love |
How many cries will the owners fake to save pathological truths? |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace yourself, my love |
That’s the way the guillotine claps |
She’s the one who’s governed by contagions |
That’s the way the guillotine claps |
She’s the one who’s governed by contagions |
Life! |
Is not the answer |
Cry! |
Will you assimilate love in the time of gilded crumbs? |
Crawl! |
Until you weep with blood |
Life! |
Is not the answer |
Canaries in the coal mine dropping like flies |
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth? |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace your poleaxed love |
That’s the way the guillotine claps |
She’s the one who’s governed by contagions |
That’s the way the guillotine claps |
She’s the one who’s governed by contagions |
Too many bodies shriveled up in their tributes |
Too many bodies flayed with a grin |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace yourself for a flood |
He’s the man behind the dresser giving zodiac advice |
He says there will come a day to delete everything |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace yourself for a flood |
There’s a woman eating her newborn under a tractor’s frame |
She says barren are the fields from the nephilim rain |
Brace yourself, my darling |
Brace yourself for a flood |
That’s the way the guillotine claps |
He’s the one who’s governed by contagions |
That’s the way the guillotine claps |
He’s the one who’s governed by contagions |
Governed by contagions |
Governed by contagions |