Текст песни Late Night Showing at the Ballet of Deformation - Saint Sleep

Stuck on these writers blocks
Hammer in my hands
Take a stab but hear the feeble knock
Need some inspiration
Weak and walking to the ballet
Got these tickets just to watch them
Flay themselves in the name of entertainment
They'll keep on dancing straight through the pestilence
Sedatives pumped in they veins and it's beautiful
They don't feel anything living immovable
Slice off they toes and they still keep the balance
I've never felt sadder but still fall in love with that dancer
Knives in her organs
I just adore it
She call it fun
I call it boring
I see the same thing in everyone

She's so serene
It's all pity
Her blood is pretty
Her moves they speak to me

Clap all you want
Laugh all you want
I see myself
Underneath all of that makeup

She's so serene
It's all pity
Her blood is pretty
Her moves they speak to me

Let's just take a break
Bump into her
Watch her try to put her guts and maggots
Back inside her reeking flesh
I never noticed that her tutu red
I wanna get her number but she spewing blood
Her figure perfect but it's not enough
I might have slipped a bit and tried to leave a kiss
On her caved in forehead
Break is up usher push me back to showing
Back from the intersession
I can just see that she's stressed out
And it looks like she's panicking
They're bringing out cannonballs
Wait what

Clap all you want
Laugh all you want
I see myself
Underneath all of that makeup

Sow whats left of her brittle face
To my palms to hold forever
By my hearts embrace
I never knew her name but I can see that
We always felt the same way as one another
Goodnight