nice !

Say we take what had been torn apart-
Say we mend any patchwork discord-
Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer-
I can't exhale anymore

So, one two three
And we'll tie the tourniquet-
Pull my skin and swallow ichor

Fire burns-
And the rags are torn apart-
I can't inhale anymore!

I don't know where the thoughts are coming from,
pull my strings and swallow inchor,
fire burns, and the rags are torn apart,
i can't exhale anymore