歌词
[03:29.746]Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
To triggers that cause bodies that tremble.
[00:50.520][01:58.370][03:42.978]But this mud looks shallow from the beach,
[00:53.404][02:01.340][03:45.794]When we hide behind such ugly faces.
[00:57.680][02:04.970][03:49.394]And the dark eyed woman lifts her head,
[01:00.148][02:07.658][03:52.490]"Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?"
Child bearing games from the streets down to the shores,
They’re playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp.
[02:15.226]"Rally all your men, there is work to be done."
[02:20.858]Still we don't have the time for speaking out of place,
[02:29.210]Because he won't come down.
[02:52.490][02:36.115]He won’t come down. (He won’t come down.)
[02:43.580]He won't come down. (He won’t come down.)
When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable,
"With eyes like these."
Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade,
Clockwork calculating surgical precision.
To stomachs that swallowed whole that bayou.
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