Creations

He's sick

He's pulling the skin right from his bones

And in the separation she will unfold

She'll unfold,

She'll unfold in this separation

Leave the seems

You were nothing but tearing fabric

Sewn together by dark romantics

Leave the seems

You were nothing but tearing fabric

Sewn together by dark romantics

Swindling her threads string by string the fakest skin

She was born by mechanical building

Made of fabric strings and elastic

She was born by mechanical building

Made of fabric strings and elastic

She was diseased, piece after piece

And the struggling was killing me

She was diseased, piece after piece

And the struggling was killing me

He spun her around and around

Beating her down, down, down

She was diseased, piece after piece

and the struggling was killing me

Shes was false

She wasn't nothing at all

That stare

And I haven't seen you

Machines built her

Machines built her

Leave the seems

You were nothing but tearing fabric

Sewn together by dark romantics

Leave the seems

You were nothing but tearing fabric

Sewn together by dark romantics

Is there space between us and the love machine

Is there space between us and the love machine

Is there space between us and the love machine

Is there space between us and the love machine

I saw the threads in her eyes

He spent his time on your hands designing and sewing your mind

He spent his time on your hands, on your hands

He spent his time on your hands designing and sewing your mind

He spent his time on your hands