Текст: Made Out Of Babies. Proud To Drown.

For the best that it stays on sweat like branches motions to pink surrounding you is gone for geries of plastic bound
Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound
I would mold you into plastic plant you in sound with a thirst for burning your clutching demands around your neck a little too tight too put up the proudest drown rapt fast to the burning in your face I feel your insides shake the murderous surrounding you are speaking widely of closed crimes worst of your type burst in murderous wit heat falls from your mouth to burn the whites of my eyes
It's Disappointing like dark skies crawling on cold tiles legs like they've been skinned alive I can feel your insides shake I can feel your insides shake
Thin lights shine a vision on
The instep of your first born undone
Forgeries from heart to hand
Molding you in plastic sand
Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound
I see all the worthless done for
Best of your type past the last door Murdered spit that foams your mouth To burn the whites of my eyes A sigh This Disappointing in dark holes On cold tiles with legs like skinned alive I feel your insides shake the murderer surrounding you is speaking widely of closed crimes wrapped fast to the burning forgeries sent from your heart to the pen around your throat gray petals wrap around your lowered chin walking far past proud to drown trapped in leaves on broken sound burning roofs in scalpless towns hoping you can hear it now speaking widely of screened in walls worst of types crawl on cold broken tiles lets end it in the lines I can feel your insides shake