The Crippled Physician (feat. Lala Lala, Gia Margaret)
๐ต 1127 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:54 duration
๐ ID: 19729948
๐ Lyrics
In bed with cold
Brittle and old like
The Dead Sea scrolls
His weak pulse
Shakes his whole
Frame. Shame
Same bones and sloped
Narrow shoulders of a
Woman on a wagon
Heading west
Bound homeward
Folks he knows
Say he's gotta let go
Be released of the
Anger at least. Jeez
But it's burrowed
Deep in his soul
Hidden like a
Pebble in snow
Baby's been
Born with a beard
Worn and haggard
Weird and jagged in crowds
He stammers profoundly
Even amongst friends
And locks up like a
Tin ornithopter
Too tightly wound
He's lonesome and wanting
Groping for something
Foraging closeness
From shadows retreating
And like a pro-
Foundly confused
Infant in the endless cold
Night, he finally finds his own
Thumb, and numbs
Himself back into sleep
He says
"What an old and strange
Son's life is mine
When I come off stage
They stand in line
To meet me."
The surgeon nervously goes on
He never claimed to be God
"Just a vessel for impulse
Pressing into several directions
Dressing and undressing
The wound I'm used to
In a how-to on YouTube."
"Who do I tell the truth to
Stressing and confessing
From the Jetta on Nokia
Through Bluetooth?"
Brittle and old like
The Dead Sea scrolls
His weak pulse
Shakes his whole
Frame. Shame
Same bones and sloped
Narrow shoulders of a
Woman on a wagon
Heading west
Bound homeward
Folks he knows
Say he's gotta let go
Be released of the
Anger at least. Jeez
But it's burrowed
Deep in his soul
Hidden like a
Pebble in snow
Baby's been
Born with a beard
Worn and haggard
Weird and jagged in crowds
He stammers profoundly
Even amongst friends
And locks up like a
Tin ornithopter
Too tightly wound
He's lonesome and wanting
Groping for something
Foraging closeness
From shadows retreating
And like a pro-
Foundly confused
Infant in the endless cold
Night, he finally finds his own
Thumb, and numbs
Himself back into sleep
He says
"What an old and strange
Son's life is mine
When I come off stage
They stand in line
To meet me."
The surgeon nervously goes on
He never claimed to be God
"Just a vessel for impulse
Pressing into several directions
Dressing and undressing
The wound I'm used to
In a how-to on YouTube."
"Who do I tell the truth to
Stressing and confessing
From the Jetta on Nokia
Through Bluetooth?"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.57] In bed with cold
[00:13.02] Brittle and old like
[00:14.33] The Dead Sea scrolls
[00:16.13] His weak pulse
[00:17.68] Shakes his whole
[00:19.35] Frame. Shame
[00:20.39] Same bones and sloped
[00:22.24] Narrow shoulders of a
[00:24.29] Woman on a wagon
[00:25.57] Heading west
[00:26.38] Bound homeward
[00:28.08] Folks he knows
[00:28.81] Say he's gotta let go
[00:30.53] Be released of the
[00:31.87] Anger at least. Jeez
[00:33.97] But it's burrowed
[00:35.87] Deep in his soul
[00:37.62] Hidden like a
[00:38.35] Pebble in snow
[00:48.33] Baby's been
[00:48.88] Born with a beard
[00:50.02] Worn and haggard
[00:51.26] Weird and jagged in crowds
[00:53.19] He stammers profoundly
[00:55.44] Even amongst friends
[00:56.99] And locks up like a
[00:58.06] Tin ornithopter
[00:59.47] Too tightly wound
[01:01.12] He's lonesome and wanting
[01:03.19] Groping for something
[01:04.68] Foraging closeness
[01:06.20] From shadows retreating
[01:08.02] And like a pro-
[01:09.21] Foundly confused
[01:11.13] Infant in the endless cold
[01:13.10] Night, he finally finds his own
[01:16.57] Thumb, and numbs
[01:18.93] Himself back into sleep
[01:20.54] He says
[01:21.36] "What an old and strange
[01:23.01] Son's life is mine
[01:24.92] When I come off stage
[01:26.15] They stand in line
[01:27.11] To meet me."
[01:47.44] The surgeon nervously goes on
[01:55.12] He never claimed to be God
[02:07.98] "Just a vessel for impulse
[02:11.31] Pressing into several directions
[02:13.83] Dressing and undressing
[02:16.92] The wound I'm used to
[02:32.33] In a how-to on YouTube."
[02:33.41] "Who do I tell the truth to
[02:35.44] Stressing and confessing
[02:36.98] From the Jetta on Nokia
[02:38.20] Through Bluetooth?"
[02:39.98]
[00:13.02] Brittle and old like
[00:14.33] The Dead Sea scrolls
[00:16.13] His weak pulse
[00:17.68] Shakes his whole
[00:19.35] Frame. Shame
[00:20.39] Same bones and sloped
[00:22.24] Narrow shoulders of a
[00:24.29] Woman on a wagon
[00:25.57] Heading west
[00:26.38] Bound homeward
[00:28.08] Folks he knows
[00:28.81] Say he's gotta let go
[00:30.53] Be released of the
[00:31.87] Anger at least. Jeez
[00:33.97] But it's burrowed
[00:35.87] Deep in his soul
[00:37.62] Hidden like a
[00:38.35] Pebble in snow
[00:48.33] Baby's been
[00:48.88] Born with a beard
[00:50.02] Worn and haggard
[00:51.26] Weird and jagged in crowds
[00:53.19] He stammers profoundly
[00:55.44] Even amongst friends
[00:56.99] And locks up like a
[00:58.06] Tin ornithopter
[00:59.47] Too tightly wound
[01:01.12] He's lonesome and wanting
[01:03.19] Groping for something
[01:04.68] Foraging closeness
[01:06.20] From shadows retreating
[01:08.02] And like a pro-
[01:09.21] Foundly confused
[01:11.13] Infant in the endless cold
[01:13.10] Night, he finally finds his own
[01:16.57] Thumb, and numbs
[01:18.93] Himself back into sleep
[01:20.54] He says
[01:21.36] "What an old and strange
[01:23.01] Son's life is mine
[01:24.92] When I come off stage
[01:26.15] They stand in line
[01:27.11] To meet me."
[01:47.44] The surgeon nervously goes on
[01:55.12] He never claimed to be God
[02:07.98] "Just a vessel for impulse
[02:11.31] Pressing into several directions
[02:13.83] Dressing and undressing
[02:16.92] The wound I'm used to
[02:32.33] In a how-to on YouTube."
[02:33.41] "Who do I tell the truth to
[02:35.44] Stressing and confessing
[02:36.98] From the Jetta on Nokia
[02:38.20] Through Bluetooth?"
[02:39.98]