Текст песни Reduced to Teeth - Finch
Behind
a
mask,
A
man
can
bask
Only
for
so
long
Before
being
exposed
to
the
sun
The
moon
is
up,
a
whisper
of,
"'Till
death
do
you
wrong."
Patients
bother
a
patient
doctor.
Plastics
itch,
and
bandages.
The
aftermath
won't
add
up
to
this.
The
fever
breaks,
And
it
would
take
a
masochist
TO
LIVE
LIKE
THIS.
Buried
my
wife
today.
Restitution
for
my
sanity.
Chasing
demons
dressed
like
me.
Their
eyes
are
not
like
mine.
Ignorance
is
divine.
Instincts
are
reduced
to
teeth
That
bite
the
hand
that
feeds.
Fear
thy
father,
love
thy
martyr.
The
verdict
of
the
jury
hung
On
the
weight
of
what
has
become.
A
starry
night,
a
vengeful
wish,
"IT
DOESN'T
HAVE
TO
BE
LIKE
THIS!"
Buried
my
wife
today.
Restitution
for
my
sanity.
Buried
my
wife
today.
Restitution
for
my
sanity.
Sound
the
alarm,
and
make
no
mistake
about
this.
All
the
king's
horses
and
all
the
king's
men
Have
been
sent
to
put
this
boy
back
together
again.
But
somehow,
He
must
have
been
predicting
the
fall.
CAGED
RATS,
EXPERIMENTS!
A
BRAIN
WITH
NO
OXYGEN!
RELEASE
ALL
THE
HOSTAGES!
You've
got
to
wash
your
hands
of
this.
CAGED
RATS,
EXPERIMENTS!
A
BRAIN
WITH
NO
OXYGEN!
RELEASE
ALL
THE
HOSTAGES!
You've
got
to
wash
your
hands
of
this.
This...
This...
The
verdict
of
the
jury
hung
On
the
weight
of
what
has
become.
A
STARRY
NIGHT,
A
VENGEFUL
WISH,
"IT
DOESN'T
HAVE
TO
BE
LIKE
THIS!"
MURDER!
MURDER!
MURDER!
MURDER!
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