lyrics
In a glass box with a body on top,
Four from the stocks, straight onto the block
Aloud stage voices and sideways glances,
Bleeding down the windows from such advances,
Humming and pulsing shaking and rushing,
Feed us the drips condensed in the cold,
Feed us those lips, and teach them to fold
Feed us your babies before they get old
In a glass box with a body on top,
Four from the stocks, straight onto the block
Staring out the window, wonder where you’re gone,
Watching all the cannon fodder, watch it get off,
Gonnaputthoseeyesoutgonnaputthoseeyesout…
Put them on top with the buckles and straps,
Bleed them down the windows all the way back,
Eyes forward. Do as you’re told.
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from
Fodder + Splinters,
released June 12, 2013
Written by Chid Seisay and Andy Preece
Lyrics By Matt Franklin
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