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Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty; come on lads - man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies

Witch!

Whip up a frenzy to rattle the worms to!

Sit down here with me, squint that fish-eye lens
Raise a glass to the face of the past
He who Dares, well he doesn't always win
Crescendo or something to usher the past in

All a'jolt to the march half thought;
Sparks upon sparks upon kindling, caught

All a'limbs a'roll, a'howl;
Roll these bones down, funerary style

All who wonder, all a'twitch
Ride the dreaded cliché switch

We belong dead

Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty; come on lads - man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies

Gather round, gather round, gasp the dust from my bones,
Snort your derision, dance the jitter dance encrusted with bugs
Listening in to your silence, distorting dial-tone
white noise waiting list
Rolling these bones against the door to halt the grating whistling of the wind

Grating whistling of the wind

Lyrics was added by roman59

Video was added by roman59


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