tracheostoma
Ha! Endlich habe ich auch einen funktionierenden Text für "routine", Gesangslinie steht auch schon.
sjÁlfur
routine
as i rolled your broken eyeballs out
keep the silence out!
you saw me...
you saw me...
as i rolled your broken eyeballs out
take revenge on signs you've never seen
under soil and green
in epitaphs...
in epitaphs...
you take revenge on signs you've never seen
and the baptist shaves his brows divine
my nails scratch over coils wired to my mind
the frequency my bones are aching
is tangled to the membrane inside my brain
the audible restrained
the time has flustered echoes in my mind
reference to the blind
try to see...
try to see...
the time has flustered echoes in my mind
watch your head and get up off the ground
dig it in the mound
watch the sprout...
watch the sprout...
watch your head and get up off the ground
and the doctor slightly bares your chest
the y-cut tracheostomizes your crest
the frequency your bones are aching
oscillates inside my broken sight
all the coils unwind
and so you dream of broken birds and arrows
and so you dream of arches and bridges
arising from the sea
fed with the murmurs
fed with the growl
you hide in the leafage with the owls
shut your eyes
shut your eyes out
one with the carnage
one with the faint
run in circles through your routines of pain
another fallen saint
as i rolled your broken eyeballs out
keep the silence out!
you saw me...
you saw me...
as i rolled your broken eyeballs out
take revenge on signs you've never seen
under soil and green
in epitaphs...
in epitaphs...
you take revenge on signs you've never seen
and the baptist shaves his brows divine
my nails scratch over coils wired to my mind
the frequency my bones are aching
is tangled to the membrane inside my brain
the audible restrained
the time has flustered echoes in my mind
reference to the blind
try to see...
try to see...
the time has flustered echoes in my mind
watch your head and get up off the ground
dig it in the mound
watch the sprout...
watch the sprout...
watch your head and get up off the ground
and the doctor slightly bares your chest
the y-cut tracheostomizes your crest
the frequency your bones are aching
oscillates inside my broken sight
all the coils unwind
and so you dream of broken birds and arrows
and so you dream of arches and bridges
arising from the sea
fed with the murmurs
fed with the growl
you hide in the leafage with the owls
shut your eyes
shut your eyes out
one with the carnage
one with the faint
run in circles through your routines of pain
another fallen saint
sjÁlfur
