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idlehands - kids كلمات أغنية

we sleep alone or with our ch-r-s.
we feed on knives, because we’re poor.
wait in line with the stars that all froze in mime.
call us men, and pay our sinner’s fee. i admit i put it
on so well.
take the nails right out of me, melt them down for you
to keep.
skill is sold off like an old bride. a bargain buys.
i could clench my throat, but a closed mouth won’t
sing.
therefore, indoor kids can’t adapt to notes and
strings.
i could clench my throat, rip out my lungs, pour in the
smoke.
blind our lives to what keeps below
stop spending so much time coating the inside of lost
sight.
leaving the ghost to paint us bright.
trapping your dead while another key was struck in red.
i could clench my throat, but a closed mouth won’t
sing.
therefore, indoor kids can’t adapt to notes and
strings.
i could clench my throat, rip out my lungs, pour in the
smoke.
blind our lives to what keeps below.
we can only be as sad as our fathers.
we’ll only eat what our mothers allow us to take.
we can only take the same drinks as our fathers.
it’s all that our mothers pray us to be.
take the nails right out of me, melt them down for you
to keep.
i could clench my throat, but a closed mouth won’t
sing.
therefore, indoor kids can’t adapt to notes and
strings.
i could clench my throat, rip out my lungs, pour in the
smoke.
blind our lives to what keeps below.
every sunken moment in our lives is what buys your
blackout nights.

- idlehands

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