Could you type?
Relieve my broken hand
I’ll preach insurance like a cross
For your holy land
Although your holy land's a fraud
And my hand’s too poor to play God
I would like to find a way
To place your hold in my hand
We’re a crying shame
A familial exception
Nothing more to blame
Than their child’s damned conception
We see rejection
In the crowd of smiles
Our typewriters host the wakes and our
Funerals are seen for miles
The living
Take us by the hand
They’ll preach insurance like a cross
For their holy land
Although their holy land’s a fraud
And their hand’s aren’t fit to play God
They would like to find a way
To place their hold in your hand
Is the mother aware of our womb?
We’re consumed by the fear of blooming soon
In heaven’s parade of
Silhouette smiles
Hideaway
Commune
We are the settlement
Of seclusion
We band united
By illusion playing behind our walls
Is the mother aware of our womb?
We’re consumed by the fear of blooming soon
In heaven’s parade of
Silhouette smiles
Hideaway
Commune
Could you type?
Relieve my broken hand
I’ll preach insurance like a cross
For your holy land
Although your holy land's a fraud
And my hand’s too poor to play God
I would like to find a way
To place your hold in my hand
credits
from To Render This Untouched,
released September 7, 2020
Natalie Bützer - Arrangement & Composition, Production, Lyrics
Amé Moor - Vocals
Erika Richards - Guitar
Sean Leffler - Violin
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