Made Out Of Babies Stranger
Suspicious in bright light
Too much red rim around the white
Cheap silk that wrap the body tight
And one by one, seconds drip by
There's nothing they can do to her
That hasn't been done before
But it's sweet they try
Not a single tree in sight
Fluorescents strip the skin bone dry
Pock marks fill and shadows fight
There's nothing they can do to her
That hasn't been done before
But it's sweet they try
One heel is broken
Her hands do shake
And ranting is her speech
Wrong is always on the way
It makes watch her
With all your thoughts deranged
The challenge is to put her last
Humility to shame
There's something in the stare though
It's not for sure she's there
Dirty strands to veil the face
Small tattoos named big mistakes
She whispers when she talks
Strangling bottles of escape
Violent sympathy, white rage
Violent sympathy, white rage
Hold on tight and start to squeeze
Blank expression in degrees
This is not at all your best
Try your hardest and do your worst
Hold on tight and start to squeeze
Blank expression in degrees
Suspicious in bright light
Too much red rum around the white
Cheap silk that wrap the body tight
And one by one, seconds drip by
There's nothing they can do to her
That hasn't been done before
But it's sweet they try
Belted to the waist,
On stilts of trembling
The locket hinge digs in
Like marks of teeth on skin
The memory half dust
Just shapes of fading rust
That moves when she's alone
And speaks to no one home
