Deafheaven - Tunnel Of Trees Lyrics
Barren, first, the golden nestThe budding breastBloated with mystical, imaginary potential that paused in glory with thoughts of ghostsFled the ebbing, unknown woundThe disfigured prison of resonant debauchery;Seeping through cracks, corroded with moldBlissfully ignorant insanityMisled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid timeLike a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good