Luyện nghe bài hát Pincushion

Where the air hangs like the of a dead end radio
I'm waiting a frozen pulse
Crawl an empty womb, don't raise these dead
found their God in soil

Dry scab silhouette's tell the secrets of sewn
My heart is a sore but even charred crack smiles
Mismanufactured, like some faulty machinery
The overwhelming of infants

stead me now, you've sewn a machine
You've birthed an abortion, the corpse of God is
I'm rotting and I'm not yet dead, I'm the king of worms and have your head
Resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin, I swear, never been here before

Everyone but me looks like seen a ghost
All eyes on collapsing statues, stop pointing, stop laughing
There's nothing to see here, everybody try to
Everybody remain calm
(I'm not supposed to be anyway)

Divinity show what the stables hold
The scalpel proves my when he spits through his words
We traitors share our strings, we're suffocating under makeshift
Pull out the thread, sew on a heart, peace with dirt