Lyric Context Universe
like a china tea cup with dried out glue
i am made of porcelain
i'm cracking now and then
like a china tea cup with dried out glue
i am made of porcelain
i'm cracking now and then
bullets made of silver and
bullets made of porcelain
there's no way to know what's in your hands
bullets made of silver and
bullets made of porcelain
there's no way to know what's in your hands
shatter under pressure
pilot corpses made of porcelain
terrified of questions
shatter under pressure
pilot corpses made of porcelain
terrified of questions