كلمات The Gnashing

Buried secrets Mythic meanings in tender oceans spilling crimson A leaking thimble flowing fragile Oozing tension into blue Hear these howls hurling our present I know what this costs us Hear these howls Embrace the gnashing I know what this costs us I know it’s exhausting you Without you, I am hushed A hush like cloaking garments over shivers In this honeyed season, why are the boys bleeding? Have your tears touched someone’s eyes tonight? Now I see you’re weeping with reason