Reaping by Temple Of Thieves Lyrics
Lost me now
Welcome home
You hold me down
So the seething wounds don't hurt me at all
Unassuming
Mystifying
Twisting lies into me, all the love is gone
Silence is a blessing for this difference of opinion
Your alternated values are a sign of this erection
Passing through the zeros on your way to the bottom
Deathly, taunting, you are-you are now dead to me
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
Go on, and if they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
Something's broken
And left dying here...
Something's broken
And left cold and lonely here...
Silence is a blessing for this difference of opinion
Your alternated values are a sign of this erection
Passing through the zeros on your way to the bottom
Deathly, taunting, you are-you are now dead to me
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
Go on, and if they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
Why should I be needy of them?
Why should I be needy of them?
(Run off, run off, run off, run off and tell the others)
(Run off, run off, run off-)
Go on, and if they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
And when they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to come undone
And when they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
Welcome home
You hold me down
So the seething wounds don't hurt me at all
Unassuming
Mystifying
Twisting lies into me, all the love is gone
Silence is a blessing for this difference of opinion
Your alternated values are a sign of this erection
Passing through the zeros on your way to the bottom
Deathly, taunting, you are-you are now dead to me
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
Go on, and if they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
Something's broken
And left dying here...
Something's broken
And left cold and lonely here...
Silence is a blessing for this difference of opinion
Your alternated values are a sign of this erection
Passing through the zeros on your way to the bottom
Deathly, taunting, you are-you are now dead to me
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
(Run off and tell this now)
(Run off and tell the others)
Go on, and if they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
Why should I be needy of them?
Why should I be needy of them?
(Run off, run off, run off, run off and tell the others)
(Run off, run off, run off-)
Go on, and if they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to rupture
When they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season
And when they say no
Don't be so poised
All of these stitches beginning to come undone
And when they say no
Ungluing these pieces
You're reaping the seeds of the season