《Snare》歌词

[00:00:17] like those clever traps a bit of wire a rusty barb

[00:00:22] i've seen some people set and never check for prey

[00:00:28] there are tripwires in the righteous sneers of some of us

[00:00:33] in their boots they carry the seeds of all those vines they cut

[00:00:39] in the papers of the pigs and the whispers of the kids there was one word

[00:00:49] feels like this room is getting small, we're only talking to the walls

[00:01:00] take heed, warning, whisper, not me

[00:01:44] this is just snare and snarl, raccoon blood and kerosene

[00:01:49] a wasted feeling, eating paper like a trick

[00:01:55] by this threadbare chord held together so we're connected tightly but only just

[00:02:26] feels like this room is getting small, soon there will be no room at all