La Dispute - A Word of Welcome and Warning lyrics

Pick up the phone Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in Paint the receiver, to the side of the fake Lying at the bottom of the staircase Broken elbows And you're coming through the window And whoever called night a blanket Had never the felt the cold And whoever called the night a blanket So use your fingers, darling And tear away at the restraints they call the body It's the temporary things that rip us apart For the body is but a piece of art, for you to tear to pieces And to the night Under the blanket, under the weight of the world This is history to thievery It's the crying and the screaming For the lying and the lack thereof And I can feel the blood as it saturates your face This is history to thievery These are only games we play This is history to thievery These are only games we play Hang up the phone