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I'm talking in secrets,
there's a wind with this rain.
The sixteen hooves are pounding,
and the twilight ricochets.
The thorn bush is still burning among
the stalks of sugarcane,
and your hair is hanging down
in the sweetest decay.
Across the street from my stormy weather,
in the temple money's exchanged.
By a silver spoon burnt to heaven and black
head and heart on fire
and endless attack
Dad's cutting off circulation,
brother never asks for explanations,
he's got his hands around his own neck,
and a fear of complications.
Ha.
Because the skeletons never know they're dead.
It's so easy to fill up the hate in this head
Speed speaking in tongues,
caught alive under your thumb, your thumb.
This cold doesn't stop no matter what the season,
this cold doesn't stop no matter what the reason,
but the cold is inside of you,
frozen blood is inside of you.
Delicate soliders don't come back,
standing in their costumes,
false gods and fake flags,
we've all been undressed in our loneliness and robbed.
You're breaking apart but you were always just a piece,
and I'm lost forever, in never, being.
I can never wait, I can never decide which hate,
I love the most in me.
Oh.
Everything's just hopelessly inside of me.
Deliverance with a forked tongue but I still wish that,
I didn't expect futility,
I didn't crave duplicity,
And the sound of a bone breaking from brutal need,
wasn't the siren of heaven calling me.
Angelic dark and the trumpets sing,
virtueless hate fills my waking dreams.
Of all I hope,
and all I need,
of all I want,
and want is me.
The lustful trades and the lies they breed,
like parasites I can't wait to eat,
so if the spires got to feed,
then feed on me,
I parallel and kill my own meat,
the light decay's in a minor key,
and the rays scream around my head, no, no.
The liars march through the electric blue dreaming,
forced out the side door as a distraction believing,
that there's a way out,
but there's no way that's out.
She, she's collapsed in the corner on the carpet pleading,
Me, I'm in the back by the ballast barely breathing,
We, we sing you a song,
about a fire on your arm,
On your arm.
I don't mean to be a "first albums only" elitist or anything of the sort since I didn't even discover these guys til maybe a year and change ago, but truth be told- the demo tracks are my favorites despite Deafheaven's undeniable growth and evolution into a broader sort of awesome. satangutsandchristcorpsepaint
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