Lyrics Push - Say Anything
                                                My 
                                                God's 
                                                in 
                                                hell 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                is 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stitched 
                                                up 
                                                eyes 
                                                and 
                                                sickle 
                                                cell
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                cannot 
                                                thaw 
                                                the 
                                                lack 
                                                in 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Submerged 
                                                in 
                                                demonology 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                hope 
                                                beyond 
                                                hope
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                not 
                                                inflict
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wound 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                left 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                subtracted 
                                                six 
                                                million
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                why 
                                                am 
                                                    I 
                                                repulsed 
                                                by 
                                                change?
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                holy 
                                                book 
                                                has 
                                                been 
                                                deranged
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                once 
                                                    a 
                                                thing 
                                                of 
                                                beauty
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                been 
                                                raped 
                                                and 
                                                cut 
                                                to 
                                                swaths 
                                                by 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                breed 
                                                to 
                                                bloat 
                                                and 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                hate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    I 
                                                earned 
                                                the 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                procreate?
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you're 
                                                in 
                                                there, 
                                                so 
                                                hear 
                                                me 
                                                sing:
 
                                    
                                
                                                "I 
                                                would 
                                                choke 
                                                for 
                                                you, 
                                                you're 
                                                everything."
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burned 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                stake 
                                                (push 
                                                it 
                                                out)
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                gene 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                weight 
                                                (push 
                                                it 
                                                out)
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                trauma 
                                                leaks 
                                                down 
                                                (push 
                                                it 
                                                out)
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                bombs 
                                                pepper 
                                                melon 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hand 
                                                on 
                                                her 
                                                skin 
                                                (push 
                                                it 
                                                out)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                heaving 
                                                begins 
                                                (push 
                                                it 
                                                out)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pain 
                                                to 
                                                which 
                                                    I 
                                                cling 
                                                (push 
                                                it 
                                                out)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Subsides 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                cell 
                                                divides
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awaken 
                                                to 
                                                her 
                                                moans 
                                                and 
                                                pleas
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say, 
                                                "Absent 
                                                Lord, 
                                                put 
                                                strength 
                                                in 
                                                me."
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                bend 
                                                and 
                                                break 
                                                the 
                                                metal 
                                                bars
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                would 
                                                bleed 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                just 
                                                who 
                                                you 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                Push
 
                                    
                                
                                                Push
 
                                    
                                
                                                Push
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Push) 
                                                push 
                                                (push) 
                                                push 
                                                (push) 
                                                push
 
                                    
                                
                                                Push 
                                                push 
                                                push 
                                                push 
                                                push 
                                                push 
                                                push
 
                                    
                                
                                                Push 
                                                (push) 
                                                push 
                                                (push) 
                                                push 
                                                (push) 
                                                push 
                                                (push) 
                                                push, 
                                                push!
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                cupboard 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                parlor 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                figure 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                carvings 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                tulips 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                silhouetted 
                                                shell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                sailed 
                                                    a 
                                                steady 
                                                harbor 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                not-so-steady 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Naked 
                                                but 
                                                his 
                                                Father's 
                                                former 
                                                belt 
                                                he 
                                                wears 
                                                so 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                swelling 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                threshold 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                creaking 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                thoughtless 
                                                rhymes 
                                                assembled 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                shelf
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                the 
                                                Son 
                                                and 
                                                Heir 
                                                of 
                                                Black 
                                                Holes, 
                                                locked 
                                                inside 
                                                the 
                                                drawer
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                eleven 
                                                Pilgrim 
                                                Wives, 
                                                sang 
                                                "I 
                                                refuse 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                twelfth!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                he 
                                                started 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                plan 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                we 
                                                first 
                                                touched
 
                                    
                                
                                                (In 
                                                the 
                                                sorrow-ridden 
                                                kiss 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                parlor-ridden 
                                                lives)
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                tangle-coated 
                                                lamb 
                                                beneath 
                                                the 
                                                crooked 
                                                brush
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                the 
                                                Pilgrim's 
                                                wooden 
                                                fist 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                Chimney-Sweep 
                                                arrived
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                attempting 
                                                an 
                                                escape 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                broken 
                                                metal 
                                                bars
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                hid 
                                                behind 
                                                the 
                                                tulips, 
                                                and 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                Lord 
                                                came 
                                                near
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pressed 
                                                against 
                                                the 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                apothecary 
                                                jars
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                dreamt 
                                                up 
                                                    a 
                                                proper 
                                                ending 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                assume 
                                                you'd 
                                                care 
                                                to 
                                                hear
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Lost My Touch
2 John McClane
3 Hebrews
4 My Greatest Fear Is Splendid
5 Boyd
6 A Look
7 Push
8 Nibble Nibble
9 Kall Me Kubrick
10 The Shape of Love to Come
11 Judas Decapitation
12 Hebrews
13 John McClane
14 Six Six Six
15 Six Six Six
16 Judas Decapitation (feat. Gareth Campesinos and Kim Campesinos)
17 Kall Me Kubrick
18 My Greatest Fear Is Splendid
19 Push
20 The Shape of Love to Come
21 Boyd
22 A Look
23 Lost My Touch
24 Nibble Nibble
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