Lyrics: Nina Schön
Music: Nina Schön
I dream in hieroglyphs that I cannot read
They tell a story that we struggle to see
A pair of sinners tryna break the machine
And the static, of your body, makes my fingers numb
And the gears they keep on turning
My name upon your lips a curse
Of what you give I'm undeserving
But only you can see what burns
The pretty lies is what you want to believe
But there is beauty in the broken unclean
At the end of it all you're what I breathe
And the static of your body brings my lips to life
And the gears they keep on turning
My name upon your lips a curse
Of what you give I'm undeserving
But only you can see what burns
And the gears they keep on turning
My name upon your lips a curse
Of what you give I'm undeserving
But only you can see what burns