Song | Disfigured Isolation |
Artist | Blackbird Raum |
Album | False Weavers |
Headaches, coughing fits, neurasthenics and saint vitus dancers | |
To you who wheeze and sneeze and bawl | |
Get out from my bed I cannot name you | |
Stumbling forward on cracked hooves | |
Who’d have thought I’d grow up and grow horns | |
They make monsters wait in line like other men | |
Have you ever met anyone? | |
To hold something my hands could not crush | |
No, no medicine | |
Planned wound, opens like a wet flower | |
Stitches slip and won’t hold | |
Find life even here | |
When I must feed my python hair | |
Am I not deserving of love? | |
Who would pay to see a bird bleed, anyone? |
Headaches, coughing fits, neurasthenics and saint vitus dancers | |
To you who wheeze and sneeze and bawl | |
Get out from my bed I cannot name you | |
Stumbling forward on cracked hooves | |
Who' d have thought I' d grow up and grow horns | |
They make monsters wait in line like other men | |
Have you ever met anyone? | |
To hold something my hands could not crush | |
No, no medicine | |
Planned wound, opens like a wet flower | |
Stitches slip and won' t hold | |
Find life even here | |
When I must feed my python hair | |
Am I not deserving of love? | |
Who would pay to see a bird bleed, anyone? |