The Cut Deepens
We transmit, dont speak in the tongues heathen,
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens.
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blood sequence,
You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance.
where all the magic happens
We transmit, dont speak in the tongues heathen,
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens.
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blood sequence,
You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance.