Soiled Doves Death Knoll for Paper Children Lyrics

Paper child, child of paper
Crucified to a glass 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 death 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 death 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 suck the blade of the knife
The stigmata wounds widen the lamposts spin like vomiting angels