You cant bend your crooked arms
or fold your punctured proof
the air is growing cold (cold...)
and there's nothing you can do
Soon there'll be no gauze
inside the confessional
only rows of crows
defrocking every breath (breath...)
And one day you'll remember
behind the melting cones
I said one day you'll remember
behind the melting cones
You've already had a family
in the burial of your home
in the burial of your home
of your home...
Not forevermore
And I peel back all of my skin
peel it back
let it all run
And I peel back all of my skin
peel it back
let it all run
Peel back all of my skin...
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