Pinch history. Feel the pinch blistering. Pinch me in my dreams. 'Cause I'm still not listening. X marks the spot. On your calendar days. A beard half eaten.
Pinch history. Feel the pinch blistering. Pinch me in my dreams. 'Cause I'm still not listening. X marks the spot. On your calendar days. A beard half eaten.
At the bottom, you set it down. From the top, I counted you out. Cascading, the end draws near. These rail lines, drown in fear. . In the dark days, hunger's free.