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Incurably Innocent

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🎡 1763 characters
⏱️ 3:27 duration
πŸ†” ID: 6161090

πŸ“œ Lyrics

Pray that your family never forgets
The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection

A blank tape that couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard

He keeps a hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Mannix the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move

A blank tape that couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard

He keeps a hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home

In a closet she hid in eternities sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip

He keeps a hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

⏱️ Synced Lyrics

[00:20.31] Pray that your family never forgets
[00:22.45] The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
[00:24.84] Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
[00:27.68] He found solace in the act of infection
[00:29.75] A blank tape that couldn't remember
[00:32.80] But you can never erase the hurt
[00:35.72] Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
[00:40.08] He keeps a hiding your photograph
[00:42.93] Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
[00:45.98] Photograph
[00:48.15] But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
[00:51.33] Photograph
[00:53.47] Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
[00:56.47] Photograph
[00:58.55] But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
[01:01.96] Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
[01:04.56] Preyed on the anguish, you better run
[01:17.35] Always dragging a finger across his throat
[01:19.86] Mannix the fixer to sage the ghosts
[01:22.62] And the faith that awarded his every move
[01:25.09] A blank tape that couldn't remember
[01:27.73] But you can never erase the hurt
[01:30.15] Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
[01:33.14] He keeps a hiding your photograph
[01:37.58] Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
[01:40.73] Photograph
[01:42.92] But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
[01:46.14] Photograph
[01:48.20] Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
[01:51.28] Photograph
[01:53.57] But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
[01:56.72] Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
[02:12.33] Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
[02:17.22] And he can't seem to find his direction home
[02:22.61] Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
[02:27.79] And he can't seem to find his direction home
[02:31.11] In a closet she hid in eternities sleep
[02:55.83] With the fear of God at the end of his whip
[02:58.47] He keeps a hiding your photograph
[03:00.85] Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
[03:03.12] Photograph
[03:05.92] But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
[03:08.98] Photograph
[03:11.09] Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
[03:14.00] Photograph
[03:16.33] But you locked up in the trance of a memo-memory
[03:19.56] Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
[03:19.56]

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