Paper-thin her#ine
The fictional and first to fall
I’ll say grace in your place
Pity my prayers so I have death
I want you here with me
I want the eyes with which you see
The succor’s not from your skin
Spent so much time falling in
This misery
Stitch the drop, beg to stop
Leech around the coil and I’m undone
Seal the stitch, burn the witch
Lift heaven’s hero to the sun
I want you here with me
I want the eyes with which you see
The succor’s not from your skin
Spent so much time falling in
This misery
I want you here with me
I want the eyes with which you see
The succor’s not from your skin
Spent so much time falling in
This misery
There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part! You can’t even passively take part! And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop! And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!
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Noun – Tidal Wave
Noun – Dirty Mind
Noun Lyrics – Misery