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Horse The Band
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A Rusty Glove
Lyricist:Dashiell Arkenstone, Erik Engstrom, David Isen, Chris Prophet, Nathan Winneke
Tinker, tinker, tinker, pling, pling, pling Body breaks, the void screams Weary of hollow metals That ring of hollow life By hand and by hammer I give birth tonight
Metal bend and metal scream Welding bright the circuit seam Weary of the hollow spaces Between the twinkling lights I lost something along the way And it doesn't feel right
Maybe I'm not falling apart But I'm falling a lot Maybe I'm not completely circuitry But I can't stop
I'm gonna fall apart I'm gonna fall apart
'Coz I'm coming closer Yet maybe I'm not I can make you a sex machine That would be hot
Break my nails and pull my hair There's circuit boards everywhere How long have I been in here? This is not my house
Maybe I'm not falling apart But I'm falling a lot Maybe I'm not completely circuitry But I can't stop
I'm not a robot But I've got a mechanical hand I can steal the stars And put them back again
Once upon a time I had a broken heart Once upon a time I just had a heart
I limped when I was wounded So I replaced my parts Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Once upon a time I had a heart
I'm not a robot But I've got a mechanical hand I can steal the stars And put them back again
If I am a machine Because of my handmade heart Why do I dream I'm a dinosaur Tearing sheep apart?
Lightning, it fills me up It tells me where to go It colors me and changes me Withers me to coal
Lightning, it tears me up Leaves me smoldering I close my eyes and hear her voice Framed by vulture wings
In the wires of my hand, I see my fate Cold and mechanical with hate Clicks and whirls and I'm satisfied Designed to fill that black hole deep inside
I'm turning away from the path of soft skin To a path of mechanical sin Turning away from the warmth of gold To an empty machine that is broken and cold
Click, click, click Hollow rooms always consume Click, click, click Dark and empty like most of the moon
Click, click, click The things we do in the name of love Click, click, click Secret machines and a rusty glove
Sleep well, mechanical thing You were fun for awhile But now I'm going, going, going to go Go get a burrito, go get a burrito Go get a burrito
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