Tourniquet Girl by With Dead Hands Rising Lyrics

Be still and dead
You have been too sweet and so sedated
You've kept those pins and needles for too damn long inside your organs
I hope the worms can find you and smell your perfume before the day is done
I visioned you with eyes of painted black and silver beauty
Glistening
Understanding that your never perfect
We have put ourselves in your shoes without looking back at what you have done
Without arms to touch the design of an angel gone horribly wrong
Now you fall from the stars
Leaving rays of the sunlight behind
Now you fall from the throne
Leaving traces of scars at the side
No remorse to confide
As the tourniquet slowly unwinds
Amputate this lifeless figure
Binded by the perfect stitches
She was beside herself
The urge to mend appendages has grown from a daytime hobby to a revelation
To envision a skin of paper white catastrophes
I pull her bandages and watch her fall to pieces
I visioned you with eyes of painted black and silver beauty
Glistening
Understanding that your never perfect
We put ourselves in your shoes without looking back at what you have done without arms to touch
With no compassion inside you fall apart
You fall from this waste of life
You will fall from your own devastation
With no compassion inside
The mind and heart will whither
To dust
Resin
Marrow
I hope your happy this way