Lyrics Made Out Of Babies

Made Out Of Babies

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Oh swallow something

canned, frozen ungodly festering source

dragging and kicking and screaming for more

that burns, burns

Hands on the table right where I can see them run

(who's the sow for)

Small vacant things that wind up so willing

(who's the sow for)

Burns on my knees, scrapes that I scrape

(who's the sow for)

Five minutes drag down pillow's wet ache

(who's the sow for)

I can see the waiting up

I'm willing burns are fine

they're serious

the things I see your mouth saying

the words come out

Run, run for your life

run for the take

Harder the beating

The sooner the ache

Run, run for your life

run for the take

Harder the beating

The sooner the

sow, sow, sow, sow

Hands on the table right where I can see them run

(who's the sow for)

Small vacant things that wind up so willing

(who's the sow for)

Burns on my knees, scrapes that I scrape

(who's the sow for)

Five minutes drag down pillow's wet ache

(who's the sow for)

I can see you all stop living

Oh we could sing out

And talk about things

Stop wondering why, how

Run, run for your life

run for the take

Harder the beating

The sooner the

sow, sow, sow, sow

Run, run for your life

run for the beating, the heart

The feeding, the taking

the sow, sow, sow, sow

Run, run for your life

run for the beating, the heart

The feeding, the eating

the bigger the plate

The pig on the take

There's more for the bank

The mongrels are barking too

Sow, sow, sow, sow

Run, run for your life

Run for the beating, the feeding

The eating, defeating

The scream, scream for your life

Scream for the eating the beating the feeding

Deaf eating the sow