Luyện nghe bài hát Pincushion

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

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

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

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

Divinity doesn't show what the hold
The proves my faith when he spits through his words
We traitors share our strings, we're under makeshift skin
Pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make with dirt