Testo Feathers

Testo Feathers

Take the time to count the cracks and lines in the four walls

The cell that follows you wherever you go

And the black swans

Now the only chance is here and the motorway looks clear
The cells are ticking and the spine is ready to kick in

All wrapped up and tied up little demons sing us what we don't know

With the industry in place we can hold out for a while


It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all

They're covered in feathers and they look so good in the sunlight

It's only the sawdust trickling from their sleeves that you'll notice

With the industry in place we can look the other way


It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all


It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all


It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all

It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock

Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all
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