Lyrics:
To the sun that touches your skin
On a Sunday afternoon
I'm jealous
I said, you got me jealous of everything
Everything that gets to know to you (baby)
by somebody else
Do whatever you want, it's all in your head
Skin and bones
Lost our minds
Still searching for that gold
Shut down the noise
Trust in
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
bite by bite
Hunger consumes me
Butchery is all I see
Nothing satisfies my
BONE APPETITE
Trapped in the snare
Fear chokes the air
Sweat running cold
To inject little by little an spectral code
And disarticulate visibility
From within outside the skin
To know how to organize thirst against the organ
Those
Sunday morning, rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I
Sleeping on my bones, I've got thin skin tonight
I feel at home on the tonight show
By nine a technicolor glow
Paints the walls you used to know
Another
show
Sleeping on my bones, I've got thin skin tonight
I feel at home on the tonight show
By nine a technicolor glow
Paints the walls you used
bone, wire, and heart
Should we blame the past
Would it be so cruel ?
My hands shaking, by contrast
Drowning in a starry pool
Feels like I'm coming
miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
Mama said steer clear
His old man was a rebel yeller
Bad boy to the bone
He'd say: "Can't trust that other fella."
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin
He was
Easy
That’s the way
That’s the way it
Break my bones to keep my grip
By the skin of my own teeth
Can’t escape the violent nights
‘Cause in the night
Easy
That’s the way
That’s the way it
Break my bones to keep my grip
By the skin of my own teeth
Can’t escape the violent nights
‘Cause in the night
they broke my bones
But your plan,
Now that hit true
Piggyback rides and Sunday drives
I guess meant nothing to you
Sticks and Stones, they broke my
cage
Walkin' hard on jagged stone
Toe bones can't leave it alone
Splinters cut and pierce the skin
Bleedin' out from deep within
Shattered dreams, walk
Captured and thrown into its serrated maw
The sufferer is pulled in by a pharyngeal jaw
Bludgeoned by pistons of bone
Pulverized for ease of digestion
a heap
Beauty's only skin deep
Chorus
You can't judge a book by its' cover
Turn the page and you will discover
Sunday's best is This Ugly Dress
Bridge
A permanent mark
Borrowing in
Stained by the void
Soaked into my bones
Ashen skin, open agape
Remove the shell, reveal
This vacuum, this lack of god
Rejoice
just flies by
And it don't stop
Take me back to the what could've been
To the fire in your eyes and the touch of your skin
To the come here
Hold
contained
By stabbing the bones
By stabbing the organs
Powerful thrusts of hatred will claim one more soul
Gouging attack, punctured
Vicious assault,
of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
No
the insects and
The skulls are for the collection
Brains and eyes are eaten
Gnaw the skin though rotten
Only bones will remain but
The skulls are for
like chicken bones in my throat
Ruins the ritual Sunday lunchtimes
The only unforgivable thing
Watches itself with me
Every night on the TV
Follows me
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