Made Out of Babies все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Days go by
these thieves,
dressed in sleeves of white
stand on
chests of heaving sighs
night trips
followed closely by
white sleeved, thick thieves hum

Oh
swallow something,
canned, frozen.
ungodly festering source,
dragging and kicking and screaming for more,
that burns, burns, burns, burns

hands on the table right where I can see them run

After all the dreams started
Words just showed up on the page each day
Looking for some company
A single point on which
To rest their heads paralyzed
And squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim
There was no sign
The change was fixed

For the best that it stays on sweat like branches motions to pink surrounding you is gone for geries of plastic bound
Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound
I would mold you into plastic plant you in sound with a thirst for burning your clutching demands around your neck a little too tight too put up the proudest drown rapt fast to the burning in your face I feel your insides shake the murderous surrounding you are speaking widely of closed crimes worst of your type burst in murderous wit heat falls from your mouth to burn the whites of my eyes
It's Disappointing like dark skies crawling on cold tiles legs like they've been skinned alive I can feel your insides shake I can feel your insides shake
Thin lights shine a vision on
The instep of your first born undone
Forgeries from heart to hand
Molding you in plastic sand