LOL, the lyrics are so wrong, here are the correct lyrics:
'm not breathing any better
My lips crack with every grin, yeah
I hear a scraping plead of branches
Against my broken window
Why do I let you in?
Her silhouette holds me under
Can't poke me with these pins, yeah
Flotsam drip of nectar
The nexus began sprouting
When she says
Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one is at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one is at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Anecdote claps of thunder
From a gash of staple rain
This bed will never rest you
The answer's in the summons
Why do I let you in?
The skulking fits the crowning
A wasted dusk of kin, yeah
Repulsion turns to nectar
When the pigment leaves the body
When she says
Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one is at the wheel
Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one is at the wheel
Saint Christopher
First born prey and first born caught
Crawling like an animal
Hold your breath it's feeding time
In this zed and two naughts
In this zed and two naughts
Painted a fulcrum of caves
Piled with dreams of phantom masses
Made of pastures
Labyrinths turning, cystic maze
I've been hanging wreaths of cancer
On every door where children sing
Watch it all blister!
Watch it all blister!
Saint Christopher
Don't go wandering
With no one left to save
Because no one is at the wheel
LOL, the lyrics are so wrong, here are the correct lyrics:
'm not breathing any better My lips crack with every grin, yeah I hear a scraping plead of branches Against my broken window Why do I let you in?
Her silhouette holds me under Can't poke me with these pins, yeah Flotsam drip of nectar The nexus began sprouting When she says
Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel
Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel Saint Christopher
Anecdote claps of thunder From a gash of staple rain This bed will never rest you The answer's in the summons Why do I let you in?
The skulking fits the crowning A wasted dusk of kin, yeah Repulsion turns to nectar When the pigment leaves the body When she says
Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel
Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel Saint Christopher
First born prey and first born caught Crawling like an animal Hold your breath it's feeding time In this zed and two naughts In this zed and two naughts
Painted a fulcrum of caves Piled with dreams of phantom masses Made of pastures Labyrinths turning, cystic maze
I've been hanging wreaths of cancer On every door where children sing Watch it all blister! Watch it all blister!
Saint Christopher Don't go wandering With no one left to save Because no one is at the wheel
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