Phoxjaw
The Curse of the Button Man
They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?
They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?
Can't quite shake it
The gripping pious hands
A glowing promise land
With infinite white sand
Ancient scriptures turn blood against blood
Turn fathers on sons, it's as cold as the night
They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?
Can't quite shake it
The words are scribbled in
They're scratched in my arms
When language comes verse
Ancient scriptures turn blood against blood
Turn fathers on sons, it's as cold as the night
They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Turns blood against affinity
Why can't you love us equally?
They couldn't seem to rid a plague
A fear of an eternal grave
Let go, let go, let go, let go
Let go, let go, let go, let go
A Playground For
A Playground For
A Playground For Sad Adults
A Playground For
A Playground For
A Playground For Sad Adults
A Playground For
A Playground For
A Playground For Sad Adults
A Playground For
A Playground For
A Playground For Sad Adults