paroles de chanson Return Of The Vein - Subtle
Things
are
in
black
and
white
You
are
the
sole
member
of
tonight's
studio
audience
Splayn
before
you
is
the
made
for
TV
2D
back
drop
of
some
classic
cooking
show
set
The
dead
man
from
one
dollar,
only
30
years
younger,
is
stood
contra
posto
before
you
Front
and
center
on
stilts,
pressing
the
drawn
fangs
of
a
tore
in
two
fork
tenderly
against
the
quivering
lip
of
a
plastic
champagne
flute
Several
beads
of
clean
water
quickly
slip
from
the
pulled
teeth
tips
Fingers
in
your
mouth
out
of
fear
And
tangle
softly
to
a
body
in
its
empty
crystal
pit
Your
shadow's
somehow
shot
itself
up
on
the
wall
behind
him
Throwing
a
peace
sign
up
like
devil's
horns
above
his
ever
so
signature
president
head
silhouette
He
catches
your
eye
and
calls
you
up
to
the
stage,
While
he
opens
a
wee
door
wide
in
his
overall
armor
He
then
shows
you
a
change
slot
bore
where
his
appendix
would
be,
And
says
softly,
"see
how"
he
too
had
been
bit
by
the
audience
once
He
takes
to
the
floor
from
his
stilts.
As
you
make
for
beside
him
on
stage,
you
bump
exposed
flesh
by
mistake
The
heat
from
his
hurt
has
its
way
with
the
hairs
on
your
neck,
Till
your
glasses
go
black
and
you
lean
back
on
a
yell
Just
then
he
wiggles
a
pec
with
the
quickness,
and
wishes
your
mouth
flooded
shut
Steel
wool,
safety
glass,
and
loosed
teeth
(x4)
Your
shadow,
now
cringed
in
tight
behind
you,
is
puddled
up
soaking
the
skin
on
your
heels
Your
busy
scraping
your
tongue
down
like
a
wildman
with
the
jagged
edge
of
your
house
key
And
angry
dream
George
is
once
more
top
his
stilts,
still
swallowing
your
yell
Calling
your
attention
yet
again
to
the
slot
tore
in
his
side,
As
he
shouts
something
down
about
you
sucking
out
venom
You
motion
to
cover
your
eyes,
While
your
shadow
breaks
free
and
lets
dive,
Through
your
back,
sucking
in
its
blacks
As
you
gag
from
the
pit
of
your
person
and
pitch
...
You
wake
up
dark
eared
and
edgy
on
a
bench
in
a
park,
Sizing
up
the
there
amounts
of
edible
meat
on
the
closest
rock
dove
And
then
nearby
elderly
woman
in
the
raw,
Extracting
American
water
all
by
bald
eye
and
one
public
school
education
Until
you
feel
like
sinking
or
singing
Like
sinking
or
singing
(x3)
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