Lyrics:
swallow the taste of air Without break of solid shape of mass Catch me by your fine-spun netting Catch me by your fine-spun netting Scratching by flippers
fine-spun gold It's fingers Spread like fine-spun gold Blood Soaked Wolves Blood Soaked Wolves Like silken thread it holds us fast Bonds like this are meant
the core What's a cold heart? What's that way to sharing? Caught up again in a web of the self that's finespun? Well this is supposed to be
Accompanied by those rusted shears Lost in her stare She didn't care Tapestries and monologues The colours of a fine-spun cloth Lost in her stare The whole
insecurities A home away from home In darkness there I'll dwell Close to no one Alone in my own cell A Hangman's noose Finespun I've Never been The favored son
put on this dress what a finespun Rushing everything tryna make it fine That tear tear sound that edge so tine Running out of time gonna cancel that
gone Past and present as one With the future finespun Betwixt heaven and earth Feel your skin glisten Breathing, burning fire in the veins Hunter
Time is flying Bone spur Never stop You know I'm not with it Lost in fine-spun failure Immobility reigns supreme Surrounded by imperfection Things are
The things you were taught by your fathers You cannot teach that to your son's Questionable things make drama's When agenda's been finespun Britain's built
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