Lament For Wasps کے بول

Frigid bedroom capture in a spring without desire Harvesting brightness despite Drawn to the heat, not the light I lay steady Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing You lament for wasps You glow cobalt In the home of the friendliness Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords Laughing at the fronting Singing to the chords of hell imagined In this perfect hour Gasping in a sleepless kneel Holding onto gleaming teal I lay steady Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing You lament for wasps You glow cobalt In the home of the friendliness Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords Laughing at the fronting Singing to the chords of hell imagined Lament for wasps Cobalt blue Once again this color sees an end