Soiled Doves - d**h Knell For Paper Children lyrics

Paper child, child of paper, crucified to a gla** skyscraper, praise god to the medicals, praise god to the stale pills. Forty-one stories above ground, the people on the streets wind around like a snake charmers silken cobras, praise god to the medicals Sound the d**h bell for the paper children, clean-shaven, hanging from every building. The god of needles, looking oh-so-s**y, f** that nauseous smile on your face. Sound the d**h bell for the paper child, the audience is glowing red and wild but the wolves with leather faces cackle at your life. Living just to s** the blade of the knife. The stigmata wounds widen the lamposts spin like vomiting angels