Song Lyrics
a match erases the last of fingerprints
Take thanks for creation, our time becomes a clone of the public
We plagiarize thinking, doorways that were once left open are closed, we plagiarize thinking
We can t see land that is lost in the distance, to write with eyes painting a picture
Take thanks for creation, our minds are tied tightly with strings held like kites, in cellars we re printing while ears laced with carbon watch closely
Take bows for conception, with knives we ll study the blueprints
to write with eyes painting a picture
Wind chimes warn us of northern intruders, our minds are tied tightly with strings held like kites, nights spend riding behind the wheel of travels
Our minds are tapped with finest of wires, we ll hide our knives in cloaks made out of smirks, we ll breathe the air of another one s lungs
nights where handshakes were fluent
Our minds are tied tightly with strings held like kites, we ll breathe the air of another one s lungs Skins, doorways that were once left open are closed
Doorways that were once left open are closed, take thanks for creation Skins, take bows for conception
nights spend riding behind the wheel of travels
We plagiarize thinking, take thanks for creation
We ll hinder the growing, windows give insight to our hope, we plagiarize thinking
We can t see land that is lost in the distance, windows give insight to our hope And, we side with those who are humble
doorways that were once left open are closed
With knives we ll study the blueprints, nights where handshakes were fluent And, to write with eyes painting a picture
In cellars we re printing while ears laced with carbon watch closely, with knives we ll study the blueprints Native, a match erases the last of fingerprints
Windows give insight to our hope, we ll breathe the air of another one s lungs Skins, we can t see land that is lost in the distance
Not what tongues deliver, they ll side with those unassuming
we can t see land that is lost in the distance
we side with those who are humble
Wind chimes warn us of northern intruders, windows give insight to our hope
In cellars we re printing while ears laced with carbon watch closely, a match erases the last of fingerprints
Not what tongues deliver, nights spend riding behind the wheel of travels, our minds are tied tightly with strings held like kites
Not what tongues deliver, a match erases the last of fingerprints Shirts, we ll side with those who are humble
our minds are tied tightly with strings held like kites
take bows for conception
A match erases the last of fingerprints, nights spend riding behind the wheel of travels
Nights where handshakes were fluent, our minds are tapped with finest of wires
We ll hide our knives in cloaks made out of smirks, in cellars we re printing while ears laced with carbon watch closely
We ll hinder the growing, in cellars we re printing while ears laced with carbon watch closely
We ll breathe the air of another one s lungs, we ll hide our knives in cloaks made out of smirks
with knives we ll study the blueprints