Luyện nghe bài hát Pincushion

Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end
I'm waiting with a pulse
Crawl into an empty womb, don't these dead
They've their God in soil

Dry silhouette's tell the secrets of sewn mouths
My is a sore but even charred faces crack smiles
Mismanufactured, screaming some faulty machinery
The overwhelming inefficiency of

Artificer me now, you've sewn a machine
You've birthed an abortion, the of God is love
I'm rotting and I'm not yet dead, I'm the king of and I'll have your head
Resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin, I swear, I've been here before

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

Divinity doesn't show what the stables
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, make with dirt