Writhing cat stomachs and self-conceited boot heel clicks
I can't receive your blood if I get my own kidney fixed
Spots of dried grasses being dust on aged milk glasses
Is the only way that I can coexist
Wear death like an overcoat and the sun like my neckerchief
Yet despite masochism we know nothing close to grief
I am superlative, an inflicting adjective
A literal translation of a posthumous footnote with teeth
Just like a tsetse fly we will always try to make you
Sick sick sick sick sick
We are inhuman meekly idyllic
The original cynic copyright of original sin
My Silent Machine - Cat Stomachs Lyrics
My Silent Machine - Cat Stomachs Lyrics
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Writhing cat stomachs and self-conceited boot heel clicks
I can't receive your blood if I get my own kidney fixed
Spots of dried grasses being dust on aged milk glasses
Is the only way that I can coexist
Wear death like an overcoat and the sun like my neckerchief
Yet despite masochism we know nothing close to grief
I am superlative, an inflicting adjective
A literal translation of a posthumous footnote with teeth
Just like a tsetse fly we will always try to make you
Sick sick sick sick sick
We are inhuman meekly idyllic
The original cynic copyright of original sin
I can't receive your blood if I get my own kidney fixed
Spots of dried grasses being dust on aged milk glasses
Is the only way that I can coexist
Wear death like an overcoat and the sun like my neckerchief
Yet despite masochism we know nothing close to grief
I am superlative, an inflicting adjective
A literal translation of a posthumous footnote with teeth
Just like a tsetse fly we will always try to make you
Sick sick sick sick sick
We are inhuman meekly idyllic
The original cynic copyright of original sin
Writer: Liam Jasperse-Sjolander
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid