Visions shift obscured
Speaking foreign tongues
As the moths they dance
Among the thousand suns
Minor lacerations on the angels' home
Psychic blunt force trauma where my ego roams
Hold your tongue
I'll be long gone
Deconstruct my psyche
Pained to disagree
Lust for lovers, play for keeps
Don't bite the hand that feeds
So sweet
Lay my neck bare
To this hooded shape
Release myself
To the xeriscape
So speak unto me the name of fractured three
Let my body rest beside the blank debris
Bite your tongue
I'll be long gone
Deconstruct my psyche
Pained to disagree
Lust for lovers, play for keeps
Don't bite the hand that feeds
So sweet
What a sorry sound you make
What a sorry sound you make
The Austringer - Penrose Curve Lyrics
The Austringer - Penrose Curve Lyrics
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Visions shift obscured
Speaking foreign tongues
As the moths they dance
Among the thousand suns
Minor lacerations on the angels' home
Psychic blunt force trauma where my ego roams
Hold your tongue
I'll be long gone
Deconstruct my psyche
Pained to disagree
Lust for lovers, play for keeps
Don't bite the hand that feeds
So sweet
Lay my neck bare
To this hooded shape
Release myself
To the xeriscape
So speak unto me the name of fractured three
Let my body rest beside the blank debris
Bite your tongue
I'll be long gone
Deconstruct my psyche
Pained to disagree
Lust for lovers, play for keeps
Don't bite the hand that feeds
So sweet
What a sorry sound you make
What a sorry sound you make
Speaking foreign tongues
As the moths they dance
Among the thousand suns
Minor lacerations on the angels' home
Psychic blunt force trauma where my ego roams
Hold your tongue
I'll be long gone
Deconstruct my psyche
Pained to disagree
Lust for lovers, play for keeps
Don't bite the hand that feeds
So sweet
Lay my neck bare
To this hooded shape
Release myself
To the xeriscape
So speak unto me the name of fractured three
Let my body rest beside the blank debris
Bite your tongue
I'll be long gone
Deconstruct my psyche
Pained to disagree
Lust for lovers, play for keeps
Don't bite the hand that feeds
So sweet
What a sorry sound you make
What a sorry sound you make
Writer: Corban Skillånder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid