Fire, Said the Albatross - Big Dark Mood (feat. Craig Owens)

Unresting, though irises rest on me
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
Sieged 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
Please don't close the door
The 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 façade 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

Written by:
Caleb Gatling, Devon Sargent, Douglas Bishop, James Falkowski, Jonah Anderson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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