Once conned into the underworld
A pulley lowering the birth of man
My savior now, the climbing,
the climbing was conned when fall began

What’s left of these leaves of failing wind
An inspiring hole of circle blue
Inaccuracy embodies potent law
Into a cotton mold of surrounding too

They said it
They said it
They said it for them

You read it
You read it
You read it for them

Enslaved to curves in eyes you lay
An opposing equalizing force
Pages read into labeling tools
Pen in hand remind due course

Restriction genes complete recourse
Elimination of instinct
Coattail drugs addiction flaw
Addict, no. New, extinct


No longer being through being
A fish from swords to ring
Hypocrisy through curves of ends
For you, I am listening (For you, I am listening)

Reproduction sane with mouths to fill
I’m doing it, I’m doing it
“Wrong” is the competing window sill
I’m being it, I’m being it


We died a painful death
From sixty moons of one
Wombs of men were climbing
Where the birthing has begun


Lyrics submitted by SidewalkAnnie

26 Butter Knives song meanings
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