Riley Taylor — Godbirth Error (Heather Mason)

Turn on subtitles for a better experience. (Subtitles EN-US & PT-BR only.) _____________________ Lyrics: The food-court shutters rattle in their tracks An elevator opens on a wall of meat A mannequin's head rolls past the perfume racks Fantastic. There goes my afternoon of peace The lights turn red; the ceiling starts to sweat A siren shreds the music into grit Some woman calls me God's best prospect yet Well, God can get the fuck over it Your paradise has sutures in the plaster The sirens scrape their hymns off rusted steel You want my flesh to furnish your hereafter Fuck your god. I'd rather hurt and heal Save the incense and the sanctimony I'm seventeen, not fucking holy The apartment smells like copper and cold tea His chair's gone dark; the television's blue Claudia, you should've come for me Now the fog can watch me come for you Brookhaven's mirror starts to clot and creep The wallpaper exposes something raw Even my reflection wants to see me bleed And now the hospital has learned to crawl There's something red inside the charm Dad gave Your miracle comes choking to the tile Go on, Claudia, have what you've been craving You swallow it. I almost have to smile A god too weak to stand without my hate? That's a pretty shitty candidate for faith Your paradise has sutures in the plaster The sirens scrape their hymns off rusted steel You wanted my flesh to furnish your hereafter Fuck your god. I'd rather hurt and heal Save the incense and the sanctimony I'm seventeen, not fucking holy _____________________ This is an AI-generated fan song, based on the character Heather Mason, from Silent Hill. I do not authorize reposting, redistribution, or use of this track on other channels without permission.