Coming back, from all the heresy that came to lack
A certain harmony, that plays along with continuity
And told me-
That I'm off the hook, for crimes of man that I mistook
For something that redeems, the growing pain of memory
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
My guilty hand, walks aligned now with the damned
It's a lonely place, rowing death alone to conversate
Nothing great-
But a symphony, an orchestra that plays pragmatically
Like an emperor, on a throne they've never seen before
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
The Yellow Dog Club - Mizzium Skin Lyrics
The Yellow Dog Club - Mizzium Skin Lyrics
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English
Coming back, from all the heresy that came to lack
A certain harmony, that plays along with continuity
And told me-
That I'm off the hook, for crimes of man that I mistook
For something that redeems, the growing pain of memory
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
My guilty hand, walks aligned now with the damned
It's a lonely place, rowing death alone to conversate
Nothing great-
But a symphony, an orchestra that plays pragmatically
Like an emperor, on a throne they've never seen before
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
A certain harmony, that plays along with continuity
And told me-
That I'm off the hook, for crimes of man that I mistook
For something that redeems, the growing pain of memory
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
My guilty hand, walks aligned now with the damned
It's a lonely place, rowing death alone to conversate
Nothing great-
But a symphony, an orchestra that plays pragmatically
Like an emperor, on a throne they've never seen before
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
Bludgeon me into a bloody pulp, I wanna feel it
Rip my flesh off of the bones, and grind me into dust
Peel back my tender skin, I wanna burn
Drag my conscience down below, and drown me under
Writer: Elias Long
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