Synced with Soundtracks for the Blind by Swans
Their blood is shining in the sun, their wounds are powdered with white salt, their lips are shaping silent words
I see my name as it spills out, I see them walking on their knees, led in a chain by laughing girls
I see them sucking on the dirt as if inhaling the whole world and, one by one, their throats are cut, and each one sings his choking song
Each one sings his lullaby, and each one falls and then, he's gone
And I feel good, yeah, I feel fine, yeah, I feel good, and I've been waiting far too long
I see their bodies in the pyre leaking black smoke into the flames and all the people stand around shaping lips into my name
And soon, the sun begins to sink behind a wall of dirty air, I see their bones there in the pile and taste the smell of burning hair
- All Lined Up
Synced with Soundtracks for the Blind by Swans
Their blood is shining in the sun, their wounds are powdered with white salt, their lips are shaping silent words
I see my name as it spills out, I see them walking on their knees, led in a chain by laughing girls
I see them sucking on the dirt as if inhaling the whole world and, one by one, their throats are cut, and each one sings his choking song
Each one sings his lullaby, and each one falls and then, he's gone
And I feel good, yeah, I feel fine, yeah, I feel good, and I've been waiting far too long
I see their bodies in the pyre leaking black smoke into the flames and all the people stand around shaping lips into my name
And soon, the sun begins to sink behind a wall of dirty air, I see their bones there in the pile and taste the smell of burning hair
- All Lined Up
