Folk Song From The Settlement On The Edge Of The Earth
Sewerperson
3:24Taken out of my box and put in ur hands to dirty my packaging I would hate to cause an upset but im half alive my brain is just haemorrhaging Blood from out my head down my chin and on to my clothes it covers my everything Buckets of it beat from my chest pour through these cracks and shape into angel wings Teeth in ironbound clasps attack at my heels and bite thru my shuffling When My leg came off in that trap I licked my own wounds and carried on travelling Time and time again my own mouth has opened up wounds we left to be yesterdays Its like Everyone but myself has grown to this cold while I am left trembling Taken out of my box and put in ur hands to dirty my packaging I would hate to cause an upset but im half alive my brain is just haemorrhaging Blood from out my head down my chin and on to my clothes it covers my everything Buckets of it beat from my chest pour through these cracks and shape into angel wings I get Taken out of my box and melted on coals forgot in this fireplace A voice I recognize well is choking on words attempting to ease the pain but its useless Its useless No matter the path that he chooses Its riddled with bruises In the violence He realizes now he is clueless Oh hes useless Taken out of my box and put in ur hands to dirty my packaging I would hate to cause an upset but im half alive my brain is just haemorrhaging Blood from out my head down my chin and on to my clothes it covers my everything Buckets of it beat from my chest pour through these cracks and shape into angel wings