Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Trials, artist - Comadre. Album song The Youth, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 11.10.2004
Record label: Vitriol
Song language: English
The Trials |
It wasn’t gravity, it was the witches |
Make your fingers into pillars |
Hold all the stomachs in this town |
They can’t stomach anymore |
The wood on these trees smell like skin now |
And old fires are full of carpenter stories |
Where they push plastic nails through their smiles |
It wasn’t gravity, it was the witches |
Just wait till they cook up a cure for ignorance |