Oratory Of A Jigsaw Lyrics - Singles - Luddite Clone

When the teeth can hold back the gears when the stitches are all that hold 

the scars together and the 

lakes dry up like deserts is that when I will have my way when there is 

nothing left to savour 

I am sure that's how we'll be petty to the last drop broken to the last 

breath damned till I fold 

into quarters