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The Fever Room
03:07
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Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned then unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia
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2. |
Glamour
07:24
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3. |
Where Old Crystals Grow
04:03
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I buried a secret
Deep inside of me
Ascending the mount
Anointed with leaves
You're here for a moment
I'll follow your lead
The glimmer of quartz
Is heavy
Unseen
Following father
The pace makes me wheeze
My eyes to the ground
My back to the trees
My hands unfamiliar
Search for a reprieve
The further we go
Marching to the peak
I'll bloom like a flower
When I open up
When I say what I am
Where the sun shines aloft
I wonder if my words
Will be just enough
At I fill cargo pockets with
Glint dirt and dust
I'll shine like a diamond
That's stuck in the rough
Waiting for the right moment
To say what I must
When we reach the top
No gem left untouched
I'll find the courage to say
That I am trans to you
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4. |
Psilocybin Death Spiral
04:52
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Bleak bathroom walls
A spiralling hole
Hallways retching
Bent red and low
I tried to erase what you did to me
Rotting away unjoyously
I wish I had never been born
Steal me to bed
On a hard wooden floor
Leave me to weep
Until there's nothing more
O, I wish I had never been born
Broken body
Heart beating fast
Losing time
How long will this last
The rhythm of text on a shattered screen
Spills away into a dream
I wish I had never been born
Steal me to bed
On a hard wooden floor
Leave me to weep
Until there's nothing more
O, I wish I had never been born
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5. |
Corpseflower
11:18
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