Fire, Said The Albatross, Craig Owens - Big Dark Mood lyrics
[Fire, Said The Albatross, Craig Owens - Big Dark Mood lyrics]
Being skeptical
Of all the lore that I have observed
I feel so sure of what I've learned before
Feelings they burn like fire
Shifting unsettled in these clothes
Seiged apparel's capitulation
Attire bereaved a heart on a sleeve
A leap from host to host
Just to claim my home
With theses walls seeped deeply of rose
No ones safe plеase don't close the door
Thе sightings of bloodshed
The haunted fantasies
Dreaming wool-gatherings of valor
To don hardened hand-stitched masks
(Mercy is all we ask)
Tonight is just another ruse
The tormenting feeling
That no one believes my words
Just wanting to be the herd
Anything but deterred
I try to see, but all I dream (Sleep)
Are the gleaming eyes
Caught lurking from of the screen
I'm the fiend behind the scenes
Silently this creature's reaching
Unrested his irises rest on me
I'll start my hunt start right at your gut
Breath through your lungs
Leave your body hung up
Hold hands fold and submit
Breathing your breaths is imminent
To Quench my thirst the need is dire
Viewed as I'm fodder to fulfill his hunger
(I'm not far behind)
It's unknown how much more
I can evade this monster
(Like livestock in a butcher's mill of
Endless pain and suffering)
With all I am, persevere
To don hardened hand stitched masks
(Mercy is all we ask)
Tonight is just another ruse
The tormenting feeling
That no one believes my words
Just wanting to be the herd
Anything but deterred
I try to see, but all I dream (Sleep)
Are the gleaming eyes
Caught lurking from of the screen
I'm the fiend behind the scenes
Silently this creature's reaching
Now that I've seen this rickety beast
In all of his unseen glory i changed my mind
Now that I know of his unending beauty
I give up this host of a body
To allow his ultimate release
(My facade has been lifted
Finally I can stretch
I peal ill-fitting flesh to reveal
A harbinger of death
Faces worn and warmed
To access this prey's form i force it's skin
To stretch and contort
Organs beating and torn
He lays upon my table of torture
Awaiting to be reborn)
Enter the maw gritting teeth
Right off the bone
The ridding of warm fresh meat
Their evisceration my suffocation
My infatuation with another solid hunt
I spit in his chalice of life
Now walking hand in hand
I'm comfortable with the thing I am
Inherent to metastasize mental suicide
With bipolar minds