Lyrics: Made Out Of Babies. The Ruiner. Bunny Boots.

Days go by
these thieves,
dressed in sleeves of white
stand on
chests of heaving sighs
night trips
followed closely by
white sleeved, thick thieves hum

swallowing words
that stick in your lungs
find it all
in a mess on the tables

are turning
it sounds like you've said this a hundred times
each louder, more boring

the twitch, the itch,
the sting, smooth stump
Sick lung, the hum
With some, without
Thick dumb, smooth stump
So loud, without

these thieves,
dressed in sleeves of white
stand on chest of heaving sighs
night trips, followed closely by

white sleeved, thick thieves hum.

swallowing words
that stick in your lungs
find it all
in mess on the tables
are turning
it sounds like you've said this hundred times
each louder, more boring,
and high...

(Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these lyrics)