TROPHY SCARS LYRICS

"The Moche Skeleton Dance"

Limb separation
Bone isolation
Nothing to do
But to decapitate these words
Oh yeah
Abrasive, allergic
Inhaling detergent
Eating the last of the words that were urgent
Oh yeah

He would eat the rain to remember his name
Or sugar cane and how it used to taste

That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled
That night that light turned blue and was dulled
(Dirty dirty waterfall)
We hummed that song of a murderous lull
That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled
(Dirty dirty waterfall)
[x2]

Babies in blenders
And insect intestines
Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven
Oh yeah
Nodding his head
To the dancing dead.
You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said
He said "Oh yeah..."

He would eat the rain to remember his name
Or sugar cane and how it used to taste

That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled
That night that light turned blue and was dulled
(Dirty dirty waterfall)
We hummed that song of a murderous lull
That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled
(Dirty dirty waterfall)
[x2]

Yeah!
This is the scream of a spider-winged dream
Destined to fail, and biting its nails
To drown out the sound of the collapsing ground
That was built on the moon in flooding monsoons

It's singing a song of a love that was lost
To turn up the gain on what had remained
There was nothing to see, it was so routine
There was nothing to see

That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled
That night that light turned blue and was dulled
(Dirty dirty waterfall)
We hummed that song of a murderous lull
That gun, that love, that trigger was pulled
(Dirty dirty waterfall)
[x2]

This is the scream of a spider-winged dream
Destined to fail, and biting its nails
To drown out the sound of the collapsing ground
That was built on the moon in flooding monsoons

It's singing a song of a love that was lost
To turn up the gain on what had remained
There was nothing to see, it was so routine
There was nothing to see, oh yeah

Blood and cake
Blood and cake made Saturdays
Made their way to my back grave
Filled with mud, that blood looked sad
He looked so sad
He looked really sad
He looked very, very sad

Thanks to Eddie Ardon for these lyrics

Thanks to J Trazodone, Danny for correcting these lyrics

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