Lyrics Pisces Legs - Full of Hell
Corroded
enamel
and
worn
out
knees
The
distance
from
waking
to
dying
As
they
walk
they
whisper
to
the
Earth
Whispering
the
riddles
of
jackals
"Here
are
my
children,
I
have
nothing
more
to
give"
Constellations
forming
on
their
frames
There
are
whispers
inside
their
cells
Begging
to
be
set
free
Feed
the
old
to
the
dirt
Feed
the
dirt
to
the
dogs
The
air
is
pregnant
with
the
empty
carapace
of
all
thats
left
The
empty
carapace
of
all
thats
left
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