Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
Yeah, they had plans for him
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
An anaesthetic penance beneath
The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted,
And they made sure the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of
Cobblestone curfews.
And the federales performed
Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
Well, yeah, they had plans for him
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
An anaesthetic penance beneath
The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way...
Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
Callous heels,
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels.
Scalpels.
Callous heels,
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels.
Scalpels...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
[00:55.29]That had knocked the pins down
[00:56.52]As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
[00:58.38]In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[01:04.29]Yeah, they had plans for him
[01:07.35]Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
[01:09.75]While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[01:15.69]And the paramedics fell into the wound
[01:17.43]Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
[01:19.86]An anaesthetic penance beneath
[01:21.33]The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
[01:27.81]On my way,
[01:29.13]Nails broke and fell
[01:30.96]Into the Wishing well.
[01:32.79]Wishing well.
[01:33.75]Wishing well.
[01:35.16]On my way,
[01:36.90]Nails broke and fell
[01:38.70]Into the Wishing well.
[01:40.47]Wishing well.
[01:41.49]Wishing well.
[01:59.04]They had defected and been excommunicated
[02:01.20]And all the pulses were subverted,
[02:03.00]And they made sure the obituaries
[02:04.71]Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[02:10.62]A vivid dissection that mocked
[02:12.15]The strut of vivisection
[02:13.53]A semi-automatic colony
[02:15.15]And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[02:22.26]In the company of wolves
[02:23.43]Was a stretcher made of
[02:24.45]Cobblestone curfews.
[02:25.98]And the federales performed
[02:27.24]Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
[02:34.38]On my way,
[02:35.73]Nails broke and fell
[02:37.53]Into the Wishing well.
[02:39.33]Wishing well.
[02:40.32]Wishing well.
[02:42.06]On my way,
[02:43.38]Nails broke and fell
[02:45.24]Into the Wishing well.
[02:46.98]Wishing well.
[02:48.00]Wishing well.
[02:48.81]On my way,
[02:51.12]Nails broke and fell
[02:52.92]Into the Wishing well.
[02:54.69]Wishing well.
[02:55.68]Wishing well.
[02:57.42]On my way,
[02:58.77]Nails broke and fell
[03:00.63]Into the Wishing well.
[03:02.43]Wishing well.
[03:03.36]Wishing well.
[03:36.45]Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
[03:39.00]That had knocked the pins down
[03:40.44]As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
[03:42.72]In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[03:48.54]Well, yeah, they had plans for him
[03:51.84]Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
[03:54.00]While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[04:00.09]And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
[04:02.07]Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
[04:04.56]An anaesthetic penance beneath
[04:06.09]The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
[04:12.39]On my way,
[04:13.71]Nails broke and fell
[04:15.54]Into the Wishing well.
[04:17.34]Wishing well.
[04:18.36]Wishing well.
[04:19.86]On my way,
[04:21.42]Nails broke and fell
[04:23.25]Into the Wishing well.
[04:25.08]Wishing well.
[04:26.01]Wishing well.
[04:27.84]On my way,
[04:29.16]Nails broke and fell
[04:31.02]Into the Wishing well.
[04:32.82]Wishing well.
[04:33.84]Wishing well.
[04:35.67]On my way...
[04:40.50]Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
[04:44.19]Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
[05:02.61]Callous heels,
[05:04.23]Numbed in travel
[05:06.09]Endless maps made
[05:07.59]By their scalpels.
[05:11.64]Scalpels.
[05:16.26]Callous heels,
[05:17.88]Numbed in travel
[05:19.89]Endless maps made
[05:21.24]By their scalpels.
[05:25.65]Scalpels...
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
Yeah, they had plans for him
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
And the paramedics fell into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
An anaesthetic penance beneath
The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
They had defected and been excommunicated
And all the pulses were subverted,
And they made sure the obituaries
Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
A vivid dissection that mocked
The strut of vivisection
A semi-automatic colony
And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
In the company of wolves
Was a stretcher made of
Cobblestone curfews.
And the federales performed
Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down
As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
Well, yeah, they had plans for him
Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
An anaesthetic penance beneath
The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way,
Nails broke and fell
Into the Wishing well.
Wishing well.
Wishing well.
On my way...
Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
Callous heels,
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels.
Scalpels.
Callous heels,
Numbed in travel
Endless maps made
By their scalpels.
Scalpels...
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
[00:55.29]That had knocked the pins down
[00:56.52]As their shoes gripped the dirt floor
[00:58.38]In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[01:04.29]Yeah, they had plans for him
[01:07.35]Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
[01:09.75]While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[01:15.69]And the paramedics fell into the wound
[01:17.43]Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
[01:19.86]An anaesthetic penance beneath
[01:21.33]The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
[01:27.81]On my way,
[01:29.13]Nails broke and fell
[01:30.96]Into the Wishing well.
[01:32.79]Wishing well.
[01:33.75]Wishing well.
[01:35.16]On my way,
[01:36.90]Nails broke and fell
[01:38.70]Into the Wishing well.
[01:40.47]Wishing well.
[01:41.49]Wishing well.
[01:59.04]They had defected and been excommunicated
[02:01.20]And all the pulses were subverted,
[02:03.00]And they made sure the obituaries
[02:04.71]Showed pictures of smoke stacks. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[02:10.62]A vivid dissection that mocked
[02:12.15]The strut of vivisection
[02:13.53]A semi-automatic colony
[02:15.15]And a silencing that still walks the streets. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[02:22.26]In the company of wolves
[02:23.43]Was a stretcher made of
[02:24.45]Cobblestone curfews.
[02:25.98]And the federales performed
[02:27.24]Their custodial customs quite well. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
[02:34.38]On my way,
[02:35.73]Nails broke and fell
[02:37.53]Into the Wishing well.
[02:39.33]Wishing well.
[02:40.32]Wishing well.
[02:42.06]On my way,
[02:43.38]Nails broke and fell
[02:45.24]Into the Wishing well.
[02:46.98]Wishing well.
[02:48.00]Wishing well.
[02:48.81]On my way,
[02:51.12]Nails broke and fell
[02:52.92]Into the Wishing well.
[02:54.69]Wishing well.
[02:55.68]Wishing well.
[02:57.42]On my way,
[02:58.77]Nails broke and fell
[03:00.63]Into the Wishing well.
[03:02.43]Wishing well.
[03:03.36]Wishing well.
[03:36.45]Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies
[03:39.00]That had knocked the pins down
[03:40.44]As their shoes lay dangling on the dirt floor
[03:42.72]In the silhouette of dying. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[03:48.54]Well, yeah, they had plans for him
[03:51.84]Polyester, satin nailed, jewelery lips
[03:54.00]While the guillotine just laughed again. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes...)
[04:00.09]And the paramedics had fallen into the wound
[04:02.07]Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant,
[04:04.56]An anaesthetic penance beneath
[04:06.09]The hail of contraband. (Dancing on the corpse's ashes.)
[04:12.39]On my way,
[04:13.71]Nails broke and fell
[04:15.54]Into the Wishing well.
[04:17.34]Wishing well.
[04:18.36]Wishing well.
[04:19.86]On my way,
[04:21.42]Nails broke and fell
[04:23.25]Into the Wishing well.
[04:25.08]Wishing well.
[04:26.01]Wishing well.
[04:27.84]On my way,
[04:29.16]Nails broke and fell
[04:31.02]Into the Wishing well.
[04:32.82]Wishing well.
[04:33.84]Wishing well.
[04:35.67]On my way...
[04:40.50]Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
[04:44.19]Dancin' on the corpse's ashes...
[05:02.61]Callous heels,
[05:04.23]Numbed in travel
[05:06.09]Endless maps made
[05:07.59]By their scalpels.
[05:11.64]Scalpels.
[05:16.26]Callous heels,
[05:17.88]Numbed in travel
[05:19.89]Endless maps made
[05:21.24]By their scalpels.
[05:25.65]Scalpels...
Autonomous machete for hands
Warden and judge hide behind masks
Small rationing
Exhumed the rhetoric of
Break the weak in single file
Push becomes sh...
strike this match and let loose the oven's breath up the volume that flirts with the
UHF swipe the magnet on the audio tape these arsons of grand lar...
Racing toward the fever, salted stains in the shape of continents
Sitting shotgun in his walk
The wish is father to the thought
He says tonight will b...
I'm just tired of counting bodies
Is this mausoleum tardy
Let's just paint you a pretty face
Flies dip tongues into tear ducts
In toothpicks fought ...
This could last us all a lifetime
Limbs intact, untouched
On the screen of a video tape
Confined to bedposts
We wait as lepers
Upheld at knife's rea...
They'd call it a wasteland
auslander plates
you know its armor was human
drove stakes into the main camps
eyesockets sank into
the back of its head ag...
T-minus 10 seconds to counting
10 seconds to counting
T-minus 10 seconds to counting
10 seconds to go
T-minus 10 seconds to counting
Metronome charism...