(How much do you make in that death factory?)
(Severance owed in the chamber of revolvers)
(Empty jails fall from my scalp)
(Shaped the globe and then let me out)
(Still, I can remember the day)
(That they took you from me)

Seems like I've been running
From your trenchant memory
Harpsichord will warn me when it's over
'Cause if heaven breathes
Then someone trade places with me
'Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags

When do I get to see the body preserved inside this brim?
"Sewn on the lips" were her last words
I'll be damned I can still hear her laughing
Your angels have tangled their breasts again
The comfort of doubt, still it keeps you thin
And still, I can remember the day
That they took you from me

Seems like I've been running
From your trenchant memory
Harpsichord will warn me when it's over
'Cause if heaven breathes
Then someone trade places with me
'Cause I don't want to tear feathers instead of rags
Instead of rags

Does your temperature ache?
Is your glass about to break?
Are you purple with currant?
Will you now become the servant?
Gordian knots in the power lines
Saucer fills to empty with pesticide
Like the pharaohs of old
Bury me in gold
I'll make your son refuse to fight
In the Stockholm city that we provide
If your heart does cease to speak
My fingernail choir will make your chalkboard sing

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