[ti:Stranger] [ar:Made Out Of Babies] [al:The Ruiner] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Stranger - Made Out Of Babies [00:08.27]Suspicious in bright light [00:10.97]Too much red rim around the white [00:14.84]Cheap silk that wraps the body tight [00:18.50]And one by one seconds drip by [00:23.12]There's nothing they can do to her that hasn't been done before [00:29.75]But it's sweet they try [00:33.92]Not a single tree in sight [00:37.44]Fluorescents strip the skin bone dry [00:41.02]And pock marks fill and shadows fight [00:44.96]There's nothing they can do to her that hasn't been done before [00:52.18]But it's sweet they try [01:16.88]One heel is broken [01:20.19]Her hands do shake [01:23.51]And ranting is her speech wrong is always on the wake [01:31.89]It makes you watch her with all your thoughts deranged [01:38.07]The challenge is to put her last humility to shame [01:45.42]There's something in the stare [01:48.49]Though [01:49.55]It's not for sure she's there [01:52.86]Dirty strands do veil the face [01:56.59]Small tattoos named big mistakes [02:00.72]She whispers when she talks strangling bottles of escape [02:07.67]Violent sympathy white rage [02:11.47]Violent sympathy white rage [02:15.63]Run [02:30.66]Hold on tight and start to squeeze [02:34.61]Blank expression in degrees [02:37.84]This is not at all your best [02:41.32]Try your hardest do your worst [02:44.95]Try your hardest do your worst [02:48.82]This is not at all your best [02:52.50]Hold on tight and start to squeeze [02:56.45]Blank expression in degrees [03:00.47]Suspicious in bright light [03:03.51]Too much red rim around the white [03:07.35]Cheap silk that wraps the body tight [03:10.98]And one by one seconds drip by [03:14.93]There's nothing they can do to her that hasn't been done before [03:22.21]But it's sweet they try [03:42.82]Belted to the waist on stilts of trembling [03:48.90]The locket hinge digs in like marks of teeth on skin [03:56.44]The memory of dust [04:00.38]Just shapes of fading rust that [04:05.35]Moves when she's alone and speaks to no one home [04:11.46]The memory of dust like shapes of fading rust [04:20.69]Hands stained [04:23.14]Hands wave to no one's home [04:28.75]Heel is broken her hands do shake [04:34.11]And ranting is her speech wrong is always on the wake [04:42.75]It makes you watch her with all your thoughts deranged [04:49.74]The challenge is to put her last humility to shame [04:56.26]There's something in the stare [04:59.52]Though [05:00.65]It's not for sure she's there [05:04.25]Dirty strands do veil the face [05:07.51]Small tattoos named big mistakes [05:11.69]She whispers when she talks hoardering bottles of escape [05:18.88]Violence sympathy white rage [05:22.77]Violence sympathy white rage [05:58.87]Hold on tight and start to squeeze [06:06.23]This is not at all your worst [06:10.99]All your worst