Penta
Pointing downwards towards the stars
With a rythm unnatural
A union lost to the gun
The three in me, the two in you
To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony
Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury
I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner
Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, so
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain
Vulnerable when in reverse
The leather apron ripped to shreds
Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt
Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair
May the gentle work to the second rule
On a perfect scale change is radical, so
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain
To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony
Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury
I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner
Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt
Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair
May the gentle work to the second rule
On a perfect scale change is radical
With a rythm unnatural
A union lost to the gun
The three in me, the two in you
To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony
Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury
I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner
Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, so
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain
Vulnerable when in reverse
The leather apron ripped to shreds
Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt
Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair
May the gentle work to the second rule
On a perfect scale change is radical, so
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain
To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony
Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury
I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner
Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Pain, should not, should not be wasted
Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt
Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair
May the gentle work to the second rule
On a perfect scale change is radical
Credits
Writer(s): Corvin Bahn, Chris The Lord Harms, Anthony James Brown
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