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Sweaty Hands On A Cold Head

from I Told You Not To Listen Tonight Didn't I? by Alter Der Ruine

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A fine day for an accident.
Bodies assemble behind a line.
Her voice cracked and garbled, "Please call home".
Whispers became like grains of blown sand, pricking the throat, leaving speeches better told with eyes.
A brittle wonder on a dead lawn.
Arm and arm they walk to an unmarked car, fingers like worms and they're twisting again.

(chorus)

Inside. Outside. Scratching upon the gravel.
You saw what we smelled and your face, it changed forever more.
What happened?
I saw it.
Did it change you?
I can never live it away...please remove the image from my mind. Oh god here it comes again.

Looping phrases in seedy intercourse.
Consummating a tale too ugly to neglect.
Spun rough on fragile focus.
Spun low for a further fathom, grilled to shards to flake for history.
Impulse through decline.

(extended chorus)
Inside. Outside. Scratching upon the gravel.
You saw what we smelled and your face, it changed forever more.
What happened?
I saw it.
Did it change you?
I can never live it away...please remove the image from my mind. Oh god here it comes again.

Sweaty hands on a cold head pulled from a barrel housing far too many friends. Pieces to put together. Why can't I leave? Because your feet won't listen to your brain. Fitting haze for a one time fluid now thicker than mud, can't shake can't grip can't change. Feathers stir as a murder settles in, calling to the container that now holds me.

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from I Told You Not To Listen Tonight Didn't I?, released February 1, 2013

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