The Teeth Collector

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The Teeth Collector

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Duration: 4:07

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm unfolding little scraps of paper I'm dotting I's and I'm crossing T's Like a ghost, you were the gardener Snuck in and planted seed [Chorus] Decay, decay, decay Your word's acidic taste I'm unfolding little scraps of paper But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet [Post-Chorus] No more voices on the radio No more waiting by the telephone No more voices on the radio [Verse 2] Arrows aim to crack rib cages But your venom's weak in my blood Your poison scabs, coagulated Your hardest try is never enough [Chorus] Decay, decay, decay Your word's acidic taste I'm unfolding little scraps of paper But I'll pluck you like a dead bug from my feet [Post-Chorus] No more voices on the radio No more waiting by the telephone [Bridge] This tooth is rotten, yank it out Your words are cancer in my mouth (No more voices on the radio) This captain's ship is going down Going down This tooth is rotten, yank it out Your words are cancer in my mouth This captain's ship is going down Going down [Chorus] Decay, decay, decay Your word's acidic taste Your word's are splitting, splitting taste [Outro] This tooth is rotten, yank it out Your words are cancer in my mouth This captain's ship is going down Going down This tooth is rotten, yank it out Your words are cancer in my mouth This captain's ship is going down Going down Going down This captain's ship is going down This captain's ship is going down No more voices on the radio No more waiting by the telephone No more voices on the radio

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Producers
  • Phil Ek