Reduced To Teeth (Album Version)
Finch"Reduced To Teeth (Album Version)" ist ein Song von Finch, 2005, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:37, 46 lines / 242 words.
Songtext
0:15Behind a mask a man can bask only
0:18For so long before being exposed
0:21To the sun
0:24The moon is up a whisper of
0:26'Till death do you wrong
0:28Patients bother a patient doctor
0:33Plastics itch and bandages the
0:35Aftermath won't add up to this
0:38The fever breaks
0:39It would take a masochist
0:41To live like this
0:44I buried my wife today
0:50Restitution for my sanity
1:00Chasing demons dressed like me
1:02Their eyes are not like mine
1:05Ignorance is divine
1:09Instincts are reduced to teeth
1:11That bite the hand that feeds
1:13Fear thy father love thy martyr
1:18The verdict of the jury hung on
1:21The weight of what has become
1:22A starry night a vengeful wish
1:25It doesn't have to be like this
1:28I buried my wife today
1:34Restitution for my sanity
1:44I buried my wife today
1:50Restitution for my sanity
2:21Sound the alarm and make
2:24No mistake about this
2:35All the king's horses and all the king's
2:38Men have been sent to put this boy back
2:41Together again but somehow he must
2:46Have been predicting the fall
3:02Caged rats experiments
3:04A brain with no oxygen
3:06Release all the hostages you've got
3:09To wash your hands of this
3:11Caged rats experiments
3:13A brain with no oxygen
3:15Release all the hostages you've got
3:18To wash your hands of this
3:30Caged rats experiments
3:31A brain with no oxygen
3:33Release all the hostages you've got
3:35To wash your hands of this
3:37Murder murder murder murder
Behind a mask a man can bask only For so long before being exposed To the sun The moon is up a whisper of 'Till death do you wrong Patients bother a patient doctor Plastics itch and bandages the Aftermath won't add up to this The fever breaks It would take a masochist To live like this I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity Chasing demons dressed like me Their eyes are not like mine Ignorance is divine Instincts are reduced to teeth That bite the hand that feeds Fear thy father love thy martyr The verdict of the jury hung on The weight of what has become A starry night a vengeful wish It doesn't have to be like this I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity Sound the alarm and make No mistake about this All the king's horses and all the king's Men have been sent to put this boy back Together again but somehow he must Have been predicting the fall Caged rats experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages you've got To wash your hands of this Caged rats experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages you've got To wash your hands of this Caged rats experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages you've got To wash your hands of this Murder murder murder murder
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