Pinch history, feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams 'cause I'm still not listening
X marks the spot on your calendar days
A beard half eaten smiled, crawling with legs
Temper tempered temperature
Temper tempered temperature
Manuscript replica
You cut it, yes yes, you cut it, cut, cut it
Manuscript replica
You cut, you cut, cut, cut, cut it
Manuscript replica
You cut it, you got it yeah
Manuscript replica
Yeah you got, you got it yeah
In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled
Hobbled, frolicked flat on its own face
In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled
Hobbled, frolicked flat on its own face
Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes, Polaroids of the tale
For our amusement, we bring stares to the defendants
Mechanical panaceas absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet
Temper tempered temperature
Temper tempered temperature
Manuscript replica
You cut it, yes yes, you cut it, cut, cut it
Manuscript replica
Yes, you cut, cut, cut, cut it, cut it
Manuscript replica
Ah you got it ah
Manuscript replica
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut it
In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled
Hobbled, frolicked flat on its own face
In infrared is how we saw
The night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled
Hobbled, frolicked flat on its own face
Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat, cut it, cut it
Squirming through cuts in a throat
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