Today I am stitched, I am sewn
Patch me up, I've got want in my bones
Like some doll you thought you could throw away
I found my legs
Ready to climb out from under concrete
Only I get to be sickened by me
My body a smudge
Can't make out the details
Want to start over and come into being
Exhume our idols and bury our friends
We're wild and weary but we won't give in
We're sick with worry
These nerveless days
We live on dread in our own gilded age
This dark world is precious to me
My scars make me breathe in so deep
My body has no need for sleep
This time around
Ready to find fragments of stillness
Only I get to be punished by me
Your voice is a crumb, it leads me from the wildness
Wanna start over, forget everything
Exhume our idols and bury our friends
We're wild and weary but we won't give in
We're sick with worry
These nerveless days
We live on dread in our own gilded age
Make me a headline
I wanna be that bold
Make me a spotlight
So I can see the gold
Make me a headline
I wanna feel that bold
Make me a spotlight
So I can see the gold
Exhume our idols and bury our friends
We're wild and weary but we won't give in
We're sick with worry
These nerveless days
We live on dread in our own gilded age
We speak in circles
We dance in code
Untame and hungry
On fire in the cold
Exhume our idols and bury our friends
We're wild and weary but we won't give in
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