Trablastara - Skitsskitsskits Lyrics

Stuck in bed you feel dead in a pitiful shame
Devil does the lord's working in pain
Sleeping god in a sinner to steal all your breath
You really struck your gold living in death
Rid the colour, no bother to offer your eyes
To bear a starry crown brimming with flies

Heaven above is enough to bring faith to sinner in sheets of a wraith
Heathen in love with the stuff to feel fate folly follows the figure you feel fake
Better the bad that you know
Rather the path that you owe
Sickened and wicked you feel shame
Honestly, who do you blame

Now you might be asking where this song might go
Do these words seem lost to you
Maybe there's no meaning - writing's too verbose
Or maybe you're just standing too close

Stuck in bed you feel dead in a pitiful shame
Devil does the lord's working in pain
Sleeping god in a sinner to steal all your breath
You really struck your gold living in death
Rid the colour, no bother to offer your eyes
To bear a starry crown brimming with flies