Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How To Get Bigger , by - Made Out Of Babies. Song from the album The Ruiner, in the genre Пост-хардкорRelease date: 31.12.2013
Record label: The End
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How To Get Bigger , by - Made Out Of Babies. Song from the album The Ruiner, in the genre Пост-хардкорHow To Get Bigger | 
| Streets are wrapped, | 
| childlike faces smooth and blank. | 
| firm young flesh, | 
| hung with paper crowns. | 
| pull me up from where we are, | 
| the big keep getting bigger, | 
| and their hearts keep getting harder, | 
| an imaginary game, | 
| eating at every living thing, | 
| a wide mouth dripping with sarcasm, | 
| a bloody fat slash grinning over, | 
| bleached white-fang teeth, | 
| that glow like green warning signs of sickness, | 
| taking for your kind, | 
| and running with you winnings, | 
| they’re just running with your winnings. | 
| staring ahead and hearing, | 
| voices saving useless things, | 
| about how to be better, | 
| about how to get bigger, | 
| it’s your knight on white horse, | 
| turn it all around, | 
| the world is just for you, | 
| but you don’t want to take it, | 
| ah — you must be useless! | 
| and you must be lazy, | 
| have enough then, | 
| with insipid grins, | 
| that swallow hard and | 
| Bear. | 
| Big. | 
| Burden. | 
| this place is getting tighter, | 
| and all around the angels scream | 
| and close the gates of heaven, | 
| a division of the ages, | 
| try to swallow wings of traitors, | 
| robbed of being really human, | 
| And the voice drip with sarcasm like | 
| bloody fat slash grinning over | 
| white-fanged teeth that glow like green | 
| warning signs of sickness | 
| and running with their winnings | 
| they’re just running with their winnings | 
| Big are getting bigger and | 
| Hearts are getting harder | 
| An imaginary game, | 
| eating at every living thing, | 
| a voice dripping with sarcasm like, | 
| a bloody fas slash grinning over, | 
| bleached white-fang teeth, | 
| that glow like green warnings | 
| warning signs of sickness, | 
| but little things add up | 
| a barbed-wire fence of stiffened spines | 
| broadcasts violent death through flashing blinds | 
| look at their faces | 
| Keep it all inside. | 
| if not, we’ll all go down together, | 
| a coward’s crawling death, | 
| the paper king’s big dinner. | 
| look at their faces | 
| and down into their eyes | 
| and the vacant, glaring, certainty | 
| of nothing, ever, anywhere | 
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