Gutted-Trophy Scars

[ti:Gutted] [ar:Trophy Scars] [al:Holy Vacants] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Gutted - Trophy Scars [00:51.79]There are shadows swinging from the chandeliers [00:55.79] [00:58.12]The husband entranced by the dark [01:02.15] [01:04.39]The wife the kids the mirror: all sick with fear [01:10.43] [01:11.07]As our ghosts flip over every little cross [01:15.01] [01:17.76]Then they see the angels and all their bloody deaths [01:23.33] [01:24.08]Lent to burning crosses on their heads [01:28.95] [01:30.27]As they run out the door we appear [01:32.54]Through the floor ghosts forevermore [01:36.22] [01:37.11]Scratching burning crosses on our heads [01:41.32] [01:43.56]They think of their house [01:45.79] [01:46.62]Their perfect little house [01:48.44] [01:49.56]So they pay a priest to bless us out [01:53.70] [01:56.05]As they board up the doors and tear up the floors [01:59.75]Dead forevermore still wearing [02:03.49]That blood soaked filthy f**king blouse [02:06.98] [02:36.50]By the cellar stairs and the birchwood chairs [02:39.72]You can hear the creeks from the house [02:43.29]Through the lilac trees through the swamps and weeds [02:46.63]You can hear the screams from their mouths [02:49.61] [02:50.22]I used to think that we knew best drinking blood [02:54.33]At church by the park [02:56.15] [02:57.04]I used to say "Everyone's afraid " [03:00.36]Everyone's afraid of the dark [03:03.08] [03:34.68]Clutching to their bibles [03:37.50] [03:38.40]Burning holy candles [03:41.02] [03:41.92]They think they got a handle on their house [03:46.67] [03:49.67]But every time they got to bed [03:53.02]My girl is standing by their heads [03:56.43] [03:57.07]I watch her open her transparent mouth [04:01.71] [04:03.68]She sings: [04:04.43] [04:05.06]"You won't be sleeping too long [04:10.89] [04:12.13]You'll pack up your things before dawn " [04:18.02] [04:19.60]"We'll burn through your sheets as you hear us scream [04:26.85] [04:27.53]Scratching burning crosses on our heads " [04:33.40] [04:35.35]Then they see the angels and all their bloody deaths [04:41.82] [04:42.83]Lent to burning crosses on their heads [04:48.46] [04:49.84]As they run out the door we appear [04:52.46]Through the floor ghosts forevermore [04:57.30] [04:57.99]Scratching burning crosses on our heads