Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pincushion, artist - Every Time I Die. Album song Last Night In Town, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 05.02.2007
Record label: Ferret
Song language: English
Pincushion |
| 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 |