Luddite Clone - Oratory Of A Jigsaw lyrics

rate me

When the teeth can hold back the gears when the stitches are all that hold

the scars together and the

lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have my way when there is

nothing left to savour

I am sure that's how we'll be petty to the last drop broken to the last

breath damned till I fold

into quarters