Trapped between an attempt to be
Clean and the usual walls boxed two feet.
Drip the reason left to spare
It's hard to find when no one's there.
He pulls his socks up to his knees
Got those veins that you can see.
Came from the facility,
Dwells away from you and me.
Didn't bother to shave the rest
When his greasy hair began to fall.
Now you can see the holes
The red and sore parts of his head.
Through remaining strands of hair
Sticking out quite naturally,
He won't care what you see.
Take his hand carefully.
Your feet are so cold,
You walk on them all day.
They swing so gently,
Let's set those feet free.
Put some cream on it.
Sithin Flesche Video (MV)
Performed By: Modern Rituals
Length: 2:50
Written by: Thomas Hill, Robert Hollamby, Jake Dore, Harry Fanshawe
Modern Rituals - Sithin Flesche Lyrics
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Trapped between an attempt to be
Clean and the usual walls boxed two feet.
Drip the reason left to spare
It's hard to find when no one's there.
He pulls his socks up to his knees
Got those veins that you can see.
Came from the facility,
Dwells away from you and me.
Didn't bother to shave the rest
When his greasy hair began to fall.
Now you can see the holes
The red and sore parts of his head.
Through remaining strands of hair
Sticking out quite naturally,
He won't care what you see.
Take his hand carefully.
Your feet are so cold,
You walk on them all day.
They swing so gently,
Let's set those feet free.
Put some cream on it.
Clean and the usual walls boxed two feet.
Drip the reason left to spare
It's hard to find when no one's there.
He pulls his socks up to his knees
Got those veins that you can see.
Came from the facility,
Dwells away from you and me.
Didn't bother to shave the rest
When his greasy hair began to fall.
Now you can see the holes
The red and sore parts of his head.
Through remaining strands of hair
Sticking out quite naturally,
He won't care what you see.
Take his hand carefully.
Your feet are so cold,
You walk on them all day.
They swing so gently,
Let's set those feet free.
Put some cream on it.
Writer: Thomas Hill, Robert Hollamby, Jake Dore, Harry Fanshawe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music