A Static Lullaby Lyrics
"Annunciate While You Masticate"
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Move into the grave that bares your name
My high is creeping
But is it set in stone?
We're both wasted
But we're not going anywhere like this
(So we'll see right through)
And I'll walk face first into sliding glass
(So we'll see right through) for your pleasure
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest
Move into the grave that bares your name
This fuse left burning
But now we're far too close
This fuse left burning
But now we're far too close
(So we'll see right through)
To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears
(So we'll see right through)
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest
We won't believe in anything
We won't believe in anything
Lust sick from the guilt you spread
Lust sick, lust sick, lust sick, lust sick in this moment
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) Of holding your head, detached from the rest
My high is creeping
But is it set in stone?
We're both wasted
But we're not going anywhere like this
(So we'll see right through)
And I'll walk face first into sliding glass
(So we'll see right through) for your pleasure
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest
Move into the grave that bares your name
This fuse left burning
But now we're far too close
This fuse left burning
But now we're far too close
(So we'll see right through)
To let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears
(So we'll see right through)
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest
We won't believe in anything
We won't believe in anything
Lust sick from the guilt you spread
Lust sick, lust sick, lust sick, lust sick in this moment
All in the taste of salt on your neck
(Now I) Fall on the urge of taking it back
('Till I'm) Spilling the blood that rests on my tongue
(Dreaming) Of holding your head, detached from the rest
This song is from the album "...And Don't Forget To Breathe".