Papercuts Songtext
von Squalloscope

Talking about roses and the time we spend
All tied up to our luke warm homes
Knock on the door and all I hear is chatter
About how I will end up alone
I′ve written you in blackest ink
I've written you sweetly by morning light
I have sent these pages on their way
They′re bigger than all these little men combined

There's four of us up here
It's me, quill, ink, and paper
And the four of us will not betray
No money will shake us
There′s four of us up here
It′s me, quill, ink, and paper
And the four of us will not betray
No money will shake us


I'm gonna lie down in this snail house
And I′m gonna change the locks
I will let time change my face
And time will change itself
Tik Tok Tik Tok

And the only blood I draw in this war
And the only blood I draw in this war
And the only blood I draw in this war
Are papercuts, papercuts, papercuts, papercuts

Father says it's not his fault
Father says he was not in charge
I got this broken brain, I have been calling it names
But look, mother, it′s gotten me this far
Father says it's not his fault
Father says he was not in charge
I got this broken brain, I have been calling it names
But look, mother, it′s gotten me this far

And the only blood I draw in this war
And the only blood I draw in this war
And the only blood I draw in this war
Are papercuts, papercuts, papercuts, papercuts