Artista: Made Out Of Babies
  Canción: Silverback

Drying stains 
Spell things in words uneasily 
In crowded pens 
A drying mouth's final hiss of growing limbs 
Faster than the skin 
Arrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant lots 

Down dark pathways 
Special paintings line the wall 
The ghastly glow of broken saints 
The cheeks of working flames burn blue 
And spit out words - "see what we've done we stayed up all this life for you,
and now you owe this much for good" 
Here on your shoulders till we're 

When at first it's all in fun once 

When at first it's all in fun once 
White's misshapen eyes glued shut then 

Drying stains 
Spell things in words uneasily 
In crowded pens 
A drying mouth's final hiss of growing limbs 
Faster than the skin 
Arrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant-

When at first it's all in fun once 

When at first it's all in fun once 
White's misshapen eyes glued shut then 

In words 
In pens 
In limbs 
Faster than the skin 
Sick limp of tin on tongue 
Shoulders pushing through 
Cut line In waves of blue hiss of growing limbs 
Live ice in dreams of tin 
All in crowded pens