The Culling 가사

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 Flux Hiss Welt Groan