Cut-out

Cut-out Lyrics

Your number fakes coming along without you
Knowing a shift took place
Your father hooks a wing about you
If you flail this broken sword around you´ll
Cut nothing up
Again we´ll face these things when they´re dead issues

Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way

Hey, I´ll pay you to cut me out
A blower of hot flesh is a baby
That´s the first white stuff I sucked
To feed this open fire with a windy day

Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way

Never knowing who you are