[Follow-along lyrics:]

Oh, these are beautiful
Wooden legs
Take me lying down
Lying down

Sour notes

Everyone was sleeping, and everyone a slave
To a gutted imagination, and the light of our TV
Sprayed us into shadows, [?] expressions
Sprayed us into shadows, sprayed us on a wall
We: new faceless mannequins, we: new oil spills
With no eyes, how is it you cry? With no smile, how is it you laugh?
Closer now, closer now, our shadows move like one
Back and forth, back and forth, aahhh!

I picked the most appetizing
Flowers (From these gardens, from these gardens)
From these gardens
Sat them (Anointed them in your sweat)
Sat them, sat them, sat them
(In a glass, and took the bench between your hips)

This is the sound (yeah), this is the sound (yeah)
This is the sound of our insides
This is the sound (yeah), this is the sound (yeah)
This is the sound of our insides (dying)
This is the sound (yeah), this is the sound (yeah)
This is the sound of our insides
Everyone was sleeping, and everyone a slave
To a gutted imagination, and the light of our TV
Sprayed us into shadows, [?] expressions
Sprayed us into shadows, spray us on the wall
We're here to pronounce your children blind
Led them astray and toyed with their lives
We're here to pronounce your children blind
Led them astray and toyed with their lives
We, the machine, would like to speak
We razorblade chocolates, we watch her in sleep
We, the machine, would like to speak
We taught them sex and muted their laughter

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[Official lyrics:]

I picked the most appetizing flowers from these gardens
I know of virgin thighs, anointed them in your sweat
Sat them in a glass, and took the bench between your hips

These are beautiful wooden legs you have to stand on

Take me lying down

I played my heart out on your rib cage
And you tried to sing along
But the keys I chose: sour notes
And your singing turned to moan
This is the sound of our dying insides

Everyone was sleeping. Slaves to a gutted imagination
The lights of the television sprayed us into shadows on a wall
We: new faceless mannequins. We: new oil spills
With no eyes, how is it you cry. With no smile, how is it you laugh
Closer now. Our shadows move like one
Back and forth

Our machine lips:
We the machine would like to speak
We razorblade chocolates. We watch her in sleep
We're here to pronounce your children blind
Led them astray and toyed with their lives
We taught them sex and muted their laughter