How much do you make
in that death factory
Severance owned in the chamber of revolvers
Empty jails fall from my scalp
shake the globe and let me out
Still I can remember the day
that they took you from me
Seems like I've been running
from your trenchant memory
Harpsickle will warn me when its over
Cause if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags
When do I get to see the body preserved inside this grin
sewn in the lips were her last words
I'll be damned I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their brass again
the comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin
And still I can remember the day that they took you from me
Seems like I've been running
from your trenchant memory
Harpsickle will warn me when its over
Cause if heaven breathes
then someone trade places with me
Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags
Does your temperature ache?
Is your glass about to break?
Are you purple with current?
Will you now become the servant?
Gordian knots in the powerlines
saucer fills to empty with pesticide
Like the Pharaohs of old,
bury me in gold
I'll make your son refuse to fight
in the stalk home setting that we provide
If your heart does cease to speak
my fingernail choir will make your chalkboard sing
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