Orphan Limbs Songtext
von Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou
Orphan Limbs Songtext
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs′ echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Frenzy shrieks revel flesh
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs′ echo
Rising from the depths
Of that wide trench
Of that wide trench
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs′ echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs' echo rising
From the depths of that wide trench
Frenzy shrieks revel flesh
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Confessions of the present, experience of being
Proposals of deformity, ugly and grotesque
Hear his songs′ echo
Rising from the depths
Of that wide trench
Of that wide trench
The pulp of our existence
Soaked in greed
For higher vitality
Writer(s): Emma Ruth Rundle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
