Saintpeelers
by Trap Them
From the album: Darker Handcraft
Track 8 of 12 on Darker Handcraft (2011).
Duration: 1:15
Lyrics for Saintpeelers
Torn fabric of the cloth and the fold Went down in caves to the blackest sways True is that we all have our own ways True is that the only thing to count on is the lapse of days True is that we always have to be the last ever When the eye is always piling round the dead, never grave Is this our own god? Is this our own flesh? Is this our own seed? Is this flesh and blood that I've brought? Same set of sticks in the same bloody vein Matter stays getting drawn, conditions stay getting laid Go in caves