The Culling

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