You were the Summer
You were the coma
You were the only one
It was so quiet
And then you came around
And all the hiss of unknown
Turned lifeless and commonplace
You carrier, you'll never see
What came undone, what you took from me
Can you hear them? Rats in the walls
They remind me together of who we were
I don’t need your help or your hindrance
You stay the fuck away from me
You said, "It's been so long, I'm all alone."
Hear the scratch of the rats in the walls
Led me here, said, "Hold my hand."
A young nymph defiled then
My body fights itself inside
I feel it bow, this mortal hold
You carrier, you repulse me
Heard the sound of her knees scrape against the street
You, the dirty one, what you took from me
There was nothing left but hypocrisy
Holy odium, blotted memory
But my regret will never consume me
The ocean's licking tongue, the letting of the blood
Vile prophecy, scrape it out of me
Dead eyes
I only call you when you're in my dreams
Died too young
The culling then, it was obscene
I am depleted by love
I am depleted by love
I'll never tell the secrets of my family
Bled out
A cult of anonymity
The kettle is wheeling, my love
Riding on the back of a hell they caused
One ear to the ground
One eye on the room
My tongue on your pulse
My finger in your wound
Sweet dead eyes, I long to hear you again
Sweet dead eyes, I long to see your face
Sweet dead eyes, I long for that illustrious hiss
Sweet dead eyes, I know you feel it
No turning back
"Only god knows what we're headed for"
The flowers bloom
The sun rises
Though you try to swallow me whole
I succumb to nothing
My shelter come with me
You know in this hell I am torn
Flux of terrain we’ve been on before
Made it through oblivion then they close the door
Needles of meadow
Houses and rooms of perfumes
I have the same of you now
What fever you’ll have of me soon
Here time is endless
The voices I love call me home
Who knows for all distance
What fuses me into you now
Flux of terrain we’ve been on before
Made it through oblivion then they close the door
On a lonely road again, we’ve been on before
Mothers tell their children, “we’re going home”
(Breathe you away..)
Flux of terrain we’ve been on before
Made it through oblivion and they closed the door
On a lonely road again, we’ve been on before
Mothers tell their children, “we’re going home”