Stitches

We were not meant to recollect
Cutouts and corners in boxes and bags
Yet stolen our hands are
Stolen our heads are
So now rest your head
So now rest your head
Stitches, stitches, stitches, stitches
Stitches, stitches, stitches, stitches
This is not what you must know
Stall the flake, then watch it go
Some say only time can tell
Kill the thrill and give them hell
This is not what you must know
Stall the flake, then watch it go
Some say only time can tell
Kill the thrill and give them hell
Tear it down, take it out
Burn the ground: a second shout
React now things you’ve seen
Are as though you’ve never been
Even now things you’ve seen
Are as though you’ve never been
I see the signs they’ve made for us
But we will cut them down to dust
Our arms, our legs, we gather up
The parts discuss what we had once
Tear it down, take it out
Burn the ground: a second shout
Even now things you’ve seen
Are as though you’ve never been