Skinny Puppy - Sore In A Masterpiece/dead Of Winter - Sözleri

[something buried in intro about 20 seconds in]:"can't believe he's gotten it all sorted?"



Never in fear



Redder roar flare

Follow round





Lock 'em in sight



I'm sore in a masterpiece



And I creep creep creep

Creep creep creep for a solid place





Ooh, you're frightened of reality



Insomnia stands by me with glee



Oh, sore in a masterpiece



And I creep creep creep



Creep creep creep for a solid place

Urchin legion





In the night time

Fortune all (off?) feasts





Faschists for peace

That's reason I fashioned darkness





I'm sore in a masterpiece

Lot of love lost over all costs





And I creep creep creep



Creep creep creep for a solid place

Ooh, you're frightened of reality





Insomnia stands by me with glee





(shot?/shock?)

I'm sore in a masterpiece





And I creep creep creep

Creep creep creep for a solid place



Ooh, you're frightened of reality





Insomnia stands by me with glee

(I'm all better?)



Forget it forget it



Cry (for sanity?yourself to sleep?us inbetween?your savage way?)



I'm sore in a masterpiece



It's not my fault







(stuff in background distorted)



"watch closely" 



"closer (closer, closer,...)" 



It's Christ 



It's Christmas eve 



October bleak and desolate



There's frost murder in my (???) room 



And still the pennies earned 



The blood stained windows of night 





It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter 

I gaze into the [nursery?/rosary?] 



I speak where is the vision 



[decost?] and pray to priests in the dead of winter



The heart is [felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?] birds out of place





A paradise to call perfection 

Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter 



A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack 



A memory that's what comedians are for



Reflection, reflection in my heart 



The river of (???) swallow them? 



To melt them enters love 





Dead head dont worry 

Become submerged repression [surge?/serve?] the church dead of... winter, winter ...cold 

Here sauce is cold cold again again again I





(???)



They think the hot spot [?sent here and then?] 



They dont know what its like to live fuck 



I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)

														   

														   











		
			



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