Letras:
Radical Face

: There, along the road, was a tiny home The yard held dead machines behind its fences Like they were it's kids Broken down, but still worth a lot to

fiddle And the kids erase the city line I always want to thank them I always want to thank them The riddles in the clouds say the birds are going south Till the weather changes face

clouds The chimneys' mouths spewing smoke around And I can't stop coughing My lungs just won't calm down But still I keep grinning As the blood from my face

a sound So find the pieces And build another one We always need it Because it's never done It's all great I can't breathe anymore Still awake When my face

a sound So find the pieces And build another one We always need it Because it's never done It's all great I can't breathe anymore Still awake When my face

: In my dream you were on a table With an incision in your belly I reached my hands inside you But in there you were empty I searched through your body

But I'm too scared to look, So I curl up beneath the window And I pray they won't find me And I pray that I'll keep still I see your face in the

: So it starts with some blood and a picture frame You got our teeths, got our mouths Got our hearts, got our backbones "Boken legs never wander" is

: The castle has fallen The birds have left their nest The government is getting wasted And the people locked everything else The diagram is faulty