This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
That she was doing good
Until the cat got her
And I came to write a letter
But my pen was full of hymns
I came to drown a sorrow
It seems they've learned to swim
Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline
It's late
I'm still at the sewing machine
Stitching up strays fifteen years
But this one's mean
Well I fixed you up
When they said you were past repair
And I stitched you up
I thread a needle with my hair
And I fixed you up
When you were still a common sparrow
But look who's on the shoulder now
When the road goes narrow
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little bitch had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
That she was doing good
Until the cat got her
Well I'm putting you out of my misery
We ain't got much but we've got history
It was a mercy kill
No
It was a suicide
No
It was an accident
No
Well at least I tried
With soft drugs and seam ripper
Tough love and tape measure
Stitching up boys is different that way
You fix a bird, you buy a cage
You fix a man
You fix a man, and he flies away
When I ran out of thread
I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
And it's a strange breed
A different kind of creature
Looks for love through the eye of a needle
But the creed of the seamstress is
That you're pretty in pieces
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
That she was doing good
Until the cat got her
Take a seat and let me get a look at your face
Busted, back's been broke for days
Not much, little something for the pain
Don't fuss, or I'll never get a seam to lay straight
And I keep it clean as I can with just
Just the machine and the mattress plus
I never did need for a pattern, just
Some good restraints and my bedside manner
When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
That she was doing good
Until the cat got her
And I came to write a letter
But my pen was full of hymns
I came to drown a sorrow
It seems they've learned to swim
Mouth full of pins and heart pumping gasoline
It's late
I'm still at the sewing machine
Stitching up strays fifteen years
But this one's mean
Well I fixed you up
When they said you were past repair
And I stitched you up
I thread a needle with my hair
And I fixed you up
When you were still a common sparrow
But look who's on the shoulder now
When the road goes narrow
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little bitch had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
That she was doing good
Until the cat got her
Well I'm putting you out of my misery
We ain't got much but we've got history
It was a mercy kill
No
It was a suicide
No
It was an accident
No
Well at least I tried
With soft drugs and seam ripper
Tough love and tape measure
Stitching up boys is different that way
You fix a bird, you buy a cage
You fix a man
You fix a man, and he flies away
When I ran out of thread
I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
And it's a strange breed
A different kind of creature
Looks for love through the eye of a needle
But the creed of the seamstress is
That you're pretty in pieces
I kept an angel
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
That she was doing good
Until the cat got her
Take a seat and let me get a look at your face
Busted, back's been broke for days
Not much, little something for the pain
Don't fuss, or I'll never get a seam to lay straight
And I keep it clean as I can with just
Just the machine and the mattress plus
I never did need for a pattern, just
Some good restraints and my bedside manner
When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
Lyrics submitted by ChrisOfSpades, edited by avnirani, mazellemorelle
Seamstress Lyrics as written by Dessa Margret Wander
Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.
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I agree with your interpretation. Sad isn't it...using people and all. Have to wonder why people do that. I guess it's for the payoff.
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Take a seat and let me get a look at your face Busted, back's been broke for days Not much, little something for the pain Don't fuss or I'll never get a seam to lay straight And I keep it clean as I can with just Just the machine and a mattress plus I never did need for a pattern Just some good restraints and my bedside manner