Little Sisters - Pigface

Cowardice muscles turn to torture

The waking time is low

Inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control

A many taste vents screaming blindface at the real disease

Form collapsing red sky revealed, caught up in the breeze

They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor

It’s there appeared in seconds only slipping murder web

Sleeping under glass decisions where the only light ways crack

A many little sisters breed in force field unity

Genetic arms unfold braving night for lunacy

They grow, I know, anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor

Hey stop i’ll take her place, enter due hole

And circles celebrated slavery for sake

Uncoils the run of blood of gravity and hate

They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor

They grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor