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, raise these dead
They've their God in soil

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

Artificer stead me now, you've a machine
You've an abortion, the corpse 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 here before

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

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