Proud To Drown-Made Out Of Babies

[ti:Proud To Drown] [ar:Made Out Of Babies] [al:Triad] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Proud To Drown - Made Out Of Babies [00:14.34]For the best that it stays on [00:17.07] [00:17.70]Sweat like branches motions to [00:20.69] [00:21.20]Pink surrounding you is gone [00:24.70]For geries of plastic bound [00:27.75] [00:28.36]Proud Drown Crawl Cold [00:34.59] [00:35.32]Proud Drown Crawl Cold [00:41.57] [00:42.32]I would mold you into plastic [00:45.71]Plant you in sound a thirst for [00:48.62] [00:49.37]Burning your clutching demands [00:52.23] [00:52.80]Around your neck a little too tight [00:56.25]Too put up the proudest drown [00:59.75]Rapt fast to the burning your [01:03.25]Safe from your heart to the road [01:06.43] [01:13.95]Worst of your type burst in murderous [01:16.69] [01:17.24]Wit heat falls from your mouth to burn [01:20.30]The whites of my eyes [01:22.36]It's Disappointing like dark skies [01:24.91] [01:25.49]Crawling on cold tiles [01:27.32] [01:27.85]Legs like they've been skinned alive [01:30.72] [01:31.33]I can feel your insides shake [01:34.24] [01:34.75]I can feel your insides shake [01:37.77] [01:38.55]Thin lights shine a vision on [01:41.45]The instep of your first born undone [01:45.47]Forgeries from heart to hand [01:48.20] [01:48.86]Molding you in plastic sand [01:51.84] [01:52.40]Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound [02:01.23]Proud Drown Crawl [02:06.43]I see all the worthless done for [02:09.87]The best of your type past the last door [02:13.52]Murdered spit that foams your mouth [02:16.50]To burn the whites of my eyes A sigh [02:20.36]This Disappointing in dark holes [02:23.98]On cold tiles with legs like skinned alive [02:27.93]I feel your insides shake [02:30.47]The murderer surrounding you [02:33.71]Is speaking widely of closed crimes [02:37.27] [02:37.88]Wrapped fast to the burning forgeries [02:41.23]Sent from your heart [02:42.63]To the pen around your throat [02:45.40]Gray petals wrap around your lowered chin [02:48.53]Thin lights shine a vision on [02:51.96]The instep of your first born undone [02:54.97] [02:55.54]Forgeries from heart to hand [02:58.84]Molding you in plastic sand [03:02.19] [04:26.67]Walking far past proud to drown [04:30.17]Trapped in leaves on broken sound [04:33.56]Burning roofs in scalpless towns [04:37.00]Hoping you can hear it now [04:40.17] [04:40.75]Speaking widely of screened in walls [04:44.12]Worst of types crawl on cold broken tiles [04:48.01]Lets end it in the lines [04:50.50] [04:51.04]I can feel your insides shake [04:54.63]Walking far past proud to drown [04:58.01]Trapped in leaves on broken sound [05:00.87] [05:01.62]Burning roofs in scalpless towns [05:04.95]Hoping you can hear it now