Sleater-Kinney - Bury Our Friends

Today I am stitched, I am sewn Patch me up, I've got want in my bones Like some doll you thought you could throw away I found my legs Ready to climb out from under concrete Only I get to be sickened by me My body a smudge Can't make out the details Want to start over and come into being Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in We're sick with worry These nerve less days We live on dread in our own gilded age This dark world is precious to me My scars make me breathe in so deep My body has no need for sleep This time around Ready to find fragments of stillness Only I get to be punished by me Your voice is a crumb, it leads me from the wildness Wanna start over, forget everything Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in We're sick with worry These nerve less days We live on dread in our own gilded age Make me a headline I wanna be that bold Make me a spotlight So I can see the gold Make me a headline I wanna feel that bold Make me a spotlight So I can see the gold Exhume our idols, bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in We're sick with worry These nerve less days We live on dread in our own gilded age We speak in circles We dance in code Untame and hungry On fire in the cold Exhume our idols and bury our friends We're wild and weary but we won't give in