Incubator 가사

Yours is a History of Torture and Cruelty An Incubator of Sorrow and Misery You justify yourself in all your Delirium The scars from your father left a mark on your lips. Torn between licking at wounds or at kicking me Confusion it mandates your every emotion Relief is impossible, the mirror refracting It's always demanding uncomfortable positions. I play with a full deck My cards on the table I'm betting my life now It's double or nothing Oh why can't you come when I call... When I call Cries turn to whispers, the silence is sickening As tongues lick together at the tears from the womb Delirious pallor, released in the service, of Death and Futility There's no time now for caution Incarcerated object desired, you're trapped in a prison now of your Fear and your Rage You come to my nightly and we remake History But yours is of Torture of Sorrow and Misery. Cries turn to whispers the silence is sickening As tongues lick together at the tears from my womb Torn between licking at tears or at kicking me You justify yourself in the name of your father Yours is a History of Torture and Cruelty An Incubator of Sorrow and Misery I play with a full deck My cards on the table I'm betting my life now It's double or nothing Oh why can't you come when I call When I call...