Luyện nghe bài hát Pincushion

Where the air hangs the static of a dead end radio
I'm waiting with a pulse
Crawl into an empty womb, raise these dead
found their God in soil

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

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

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

doesn't show what the stables hold
The scalpel proves my faith when he spits his words
We traitors share our strings, suffocating under makeshift skin
out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt