Stranger

Album cover art for "Stranger" by Made Out Of Babies

Made Out Of Babies - Rock, Sludge Metal

Stranger

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[Verse 1] Suspicious in bright light Too much red rim around the white Cheap silk that wraps the body tight And one by one, seconds drip by [Refrain] There's nothing they can do to her That hasn't been done before But it's sweet they try [Verse 2] Not a single tree in sight Fluorescents strip the skin bone dry And pock marks fill and shadows fight [Refrain] There's nothing they can do to her That hasn't been done before But it's sweet they try But it's sweet they try [Chorus] One heel is broken Her hands do shake And ranting is her speech Wrong is always on the way It makes you watch her With all your thoughts deranged The challenge is to put her last Humility to shame There's something in the stare though It's not for sure she's there Dirty strands to veil the face Small tattoos named big mistakes She whispers when she talks Strangling bottles of escape Violent sympathy, white rage Violent sympathy, white rage [Post-Chorus] Hold on tight and start to squeeze Blank expression in degrees This is not at all your best Try your hardest, do your worst Try your hardest, do your worst This is not at all your best Hold on tight and start to squeeze Blank expression in degrees [Verse 1] Suspicious in bright light Too much red rim around white Cheap silk that wraps the body tight And one by one, seconds drip by [Refrain] There's nothing they can do to her That hasn't been done before But it's sweet they try But it's sweet they try [Bridge] Belted to the waist On stilts of trembling The locket hinge digs in Like marks of teeth on skin The memory half dust Just shapes of fading rust That moves when she's alone And speaks to no one's home The memory half dust Just shapes of fading rust That speaks when she's alone And speaks to no one's home [Chorus] One heel is broken Her hands do shake And ranting is her speech Wrong is always on the way It makes you watch her With all your thoughts deranged The challenge is to put her last Humility to shame There's something in the stare though It's not for sure she's there Dirty strands to veil the face Small tattoos named big mistakes She whispers when she talks Strangling bottles of escape Violent sympathy, white rage Violent sympathy, white rage [Outro] Hold on tight and start to squeeze Blank expression in degrees Not at all your best Try your hardest, do your worst This is not at all your best Try your hardest, do your worst This is [?]

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Credits

Producers
  • Made Out Of Babies
  • Andrew Schneider