Rubin Pepps Mix by More like trees Lyrics

You are sewing a red ribbon weaving anxiety
To make a blanket so that you can hide from the mess that you've made
You are sewing a red ribbon weaving anxiety
And in every loop of stitching your thread becomes frayed
Riddled up with it's own meaning knowledge you ought to face
Seems to me that all your troubles are away in another place
You are knitting up a blanket of all the anguish that you feel
And you're wrapping me up warm hoping I'm gonna steal
All your problems but I'm not
I don't see the problems with this cloth
For you it might be itchy but for me it's warm and soft I tell ya

Take each corner of this rag
Pinch it ready side from side
Take your hurdle razor flame and scratch up the crap while it's alive
And remember to forget upon these deaths of which you wish
Your scrapbook filled with memories that make up your bitter dish
Clever boy you learned to taste
But careful don't eat off your tongue
In eagerness and greed we find out what you've done wrong
So chew well your plate of past
Handle well the bitter taste
None worse, but what is left
The wicked boy has left to waste I tell ya
Hurdle, hurdle, hurdle razor flame
Hurdle, hurdle, hurdle razor flame