Feeding Fingers - Vestigial Life | Текст песни

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Waiting on a frozen beach for
Footsteps from the sea
From a child with a case of sharp and sterile
Things

And we talk and talk about how much
My
Family
Misses
Me

As something opens up my
Body
My body
I feel her
Remove
Some things
That I don't
Need

Her siblings using rakes and bags and
Shovels
And soaking wet
Collecting cork and sawdust to stuff my
Self

Stitch me up and send me out
To a place where
I believe
That someone
Will forever want my
Body
My body
To float
And never sink
Never sink
Never sink
Never sink
Never
Sink

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