The Rope Songtext
von Rope

There′s no good in all of us
Some places grass won't grow
We try to fill our empty space with newspaper and silicone

Mama collect the rope

The laurel wreaths in all of us wild and overgrown
There′s no good in all of us
Some places grass won't grow

Mama collect the rope


I am comfort
I am cold

Mama collect the rope

I am fortune
I am hope

Mama collect the rope

Sweet sister of mercy
Hold your brother close

Snake in the grass
Hold your brother close