Lyrics:
your brother's fists clenched ready for the fight
Soon the fighting turns to weapons and the weapons turn to wounds
So the doctors stitch and stitch
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate
And the full moon pills, got
You've got to pick up every stitch
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah
(You've got to pick up every stitch
to
What if we give it away?
Overlooking with a hollow eye
What's pretending is it right
Eye for order a hand for what's in line
Couldn't follow
to
What if we give it away?
Overlooking with a hollow eye
What's pretending is it right
Eye for order a hand for what's in line
Couldn't follow
got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Mmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be
Take the broken heart and stitch it up with some tears
Blush it up, dress it up and put it on ice, it keeps us cold
Frozen your lips turn lullabies
got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch
Mmm, must be the season of the witch
Must be
and situationship I'm in
And what's in my system
I think there's been a glitch, ah-yeah
Five seconds later, I'm fastenin' myself to you with a stitch, ah-yeah
Acetate my heart
Bleach it then restart
You are the only
Image in my mind
Memorize the lines
And trace them slowly
Photographic soul
Seeing your brother's fists clenched ready for the fight
Soon the fighting turns to weapons and the weapons turn to wounds
So the doctors stitch
Me and my old lady sittin' in the shade
Talkin' 'bout the money that I ain't made
Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy dontcha
Me and my old lady sittin' in the shade
Talkin' 'bout the money that I ain't made
Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Oh boy dontcha
of sulfur, blood runs free, black as pitch
Tried, charged, sentenced
Speak no more, see no more
Lips that once uttered curses
A hexx, now failing disguise
Katie wants out of this town
Out to the west coast, chasing the sun glow
Pack it up, leave without a sound
Like a tan line could change all the noise
You stitch me up good, and you cut me down
So I string you up to keep you hanging around
You dish the hot stuff up but you keep me waiting
So I'll
they bitch
I'm paid in full, pull up in that new thang like money Mitch
And I got blue diamonds on my neck like Lilo & Stitch (yeah)
Remember me?
each day
Like conviction, a premonition
Not worthy of, so I deny, I deny
I blind my eyes and try to force it all into place
I stitch them up, see
start to unfold,
Every stitch a chapter, every color brave and bold.
With the patience of an artist and the precision of a dream,
We stitch together
each day
Like conviction, a premonition
Not worthy of, so I deny, I deny
I blind my eyes and try to force it all into place
I stitch them up, see
Confidence blurred by arrogance,
And the self worship continues,
Who is an artist?
You can't decide for yourself,
Straight lines, I see
say make amends
And a stitch in time saves nine or ten
Goodbyes
Flesh of my flesh
Flesh of my flesh
Flesh of my flesh
The difference between you
You have to become what you fancy
Paperback head, you get carried away
Stitch up your spine to
Keep the suitors away
Must draw your own aid
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