Spiracle
๐ต 1271 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:00 duration
๐ ID: 2181291
๐ Lyrics
I want the parts of you you only show
To the corner of your bathroom mirror
I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart
That beat slowly with anger and fear
I want the parts of you you only show
To the birds outside your bedroom window
I want the teeth that you lost as a child
That you hide in a box under your pillow
I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you
And I want your violence, your silent sedation
Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation
And I want your pyro, your born-again virgin
Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
And I want your parties, the shark in your water
The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow
I want your secrets, your clementine fields
The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal
I want your safe word, your passive resistance
The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions
And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
Your paralyzed sleep and your-
I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor
I am your lover and I am your jailor
To the corner of your bathroom mirror
I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart
That beat slowly with anger and fear
I want the parts of you you only show
To the birds outside your bedroom window
I want the teeth that you lost as a child
That you hide in a box under your pillow
I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you
And I want your violence, your silent sedation
Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation
And I want your pyro, your born-again virgin
Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
And I want your parties, the shark in your water
The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow
I want your secrets, your clementine fields
The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal
I want your safe word, your passive resistance
The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions
And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
Your paralyzed sleep and your-
I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor
I am your lover and I am your jailor
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.15] I want the parts of you you only show
[00:21.97] To the corner of your bathroom mirror
[00:27.32] I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart
[00:31.11] That beat slowly with anger and fear
[00:36.42] I want the parts of you you only show
[00:40.24] To the birds outside your bedroom window
[00:45.56] I want the teeth that you lost as a child
[00:49.42] That you hide in a box under your pillow
[00:54.94]
[00:57.02] I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
[01:01.13] The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you
[01:05.91] And I want your violence, your silent sedation
[01:10.37] Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation
[01:14.72] And I want your pyro, your born-again virgin
[01:19.33] Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
[01:23.83] And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
[01:28.58] Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
[01:32.75] And I want your parties, the shark in your water
[01:37.59] The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
[01:41.84] And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
[01:46.79] The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow
[01:51.77] I want your secrets, your clementine fields
[01:55.88] The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal
[02:00.78] I want your safe word, your passive resistance
[02:05.10] The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions
[02:09.63] And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
[02:13.97] Your paralyzed sleep and your-
[02:18.87] I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor
[02:23.56] I am your lover and I am your jailor
[02:26.86]
[00:21.97] To the corner of your bathroom mirror
[00:27.32] I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart
[00:31.11] That beat slowly with anger and fear
[00:36.42] I want the parts of you you only show
[00:40.24] To the birds outside your bedroom window
[00:45.56] I want the teeth that you lost as a child
[00:49.42] That you hide in a box under your pillow
[00:54.94]
[00:57.02] I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
[01:01.13] The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you
[01:05.91] And I want your violence, your silent sedation
[01:10.37] Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation
[01:14.72] And I want your pyro, your born-again virgin
[01:19.33] Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling
[01:23.83] And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
[01:28.58] Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
[01:32.75] And I want your parties, the shark in your water
[01:37.59] The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
[01:41.84] And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
[01:46.79] The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow
[01:51.77] I want your secrets, your clementine fields
[01:55.88] The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal
[02:00.78] I want your safe word, your passive resistance
[02:05.10] The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions
[02:09.63] And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
[02:13.97] Your paralyzed sleep and your-
[02:18.87] I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor
[02:23.56] I am your lover and I am your jailor
[02:26.86]