Sporadic Movements by The Contortionist Lyrics

So, my friend, you let me out
You let me out
For what, my friend? You're fake
So, my friend, you let me out
You let me out
For what, my dear friend?

This is my torment, die
This is my torment, so die
Mother die
That, that, that
That's my torment so die
Rise up from the parsec
You, you know, to beat
You, you know, to beat

So, my dear friend, hear me out
My dear friend, you were here
Laid down, for what?

That is your face of dull
Tourniquets are on the floor
That is your face of dull
Tourniquets are on the floor
I know that's right
To not surprising me
And you bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed
What's left?
Life is so dull
Darn it besides
Bleed and bleed
What's left?
Life is so dull
Darn it besides
Bleed
Bleed
Bleed