Baroness Collapse

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We are all soured milk when we look in the mirror and collapse

We are all soured milk when we look in the mirror and collapse
When our time has come, when our fingers on the trigger we collapse

Arms are flailing, swirling like a poison in the sink

Like the southern belle, playing songs of horror like teeth among the grass
Like the bullet shell, whistle and a hum, watch the good folks run

We are all rotten fruit, when the pipelines starts to flow in we collapse
When our time has come, when the city needs a lynching we collapse

Arms are fading, the devil’s in the eye of every man

Water in the well, a baptist and a baby were rolling in the leaves
Keep her spirit well, adopted baby’s father will lay her out to dry