by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold has yet to come His heart swings to the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world He spends hims
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
I held my mother, not for her grief It's not how he lived, father I've known I hide and shiver, under the stairs They carry bones in your skin, father I've known
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
Those notes ring loud, if that song played in my house from her hands I'd take her notes away My father spoke the words "You're tall and grand, like a piano but whose keys were sold for rope" The worl
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
I held my mother, not for her grief It's not how he lived, father I've known I hide and shiver, under the stairs They carry bones in your skin, father I've known
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it known I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote My God doesn't quiver, and nor shoul
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
I work on earth Baron and brown Smuggling seedlings Something will grow I watch the seeds Turning a tree Foreign insects Trespass the leaves I work on earth Baron and brown Frail and sunburnt Unlike
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album The Good Fight For Harmony
He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart! He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew. He needs a part, he needs love. He needs confiden
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album The Good Fight For Harmony
Open that bottle, send the cork across the sky. Through irrelevant celebrations like a friend leaving us behind. To take our mind off the suffocating loss of dependence we relied on for 22 somber year
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album The Good Fight For Harmony
As much as it hurts to taint this stereo with complaints but hear me out. Although you've heard it all before, yeah you've heard this all before. Oh shit, misdirection on a tangent played out I know.
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album The Good Fight For Harmony
They're swarming, they're swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla. They're swarming, they're swarming as your body lays there complete! Oh we are! The truest of the vile. The sleeping swarm buried in th
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Banhus
An embalming 'til I'm light Shallow, shallow on a wooden floor And I quiver, lone, and I quiver like a stumbling foal And I cry, 'Johanna, Johanna my bones are gone' But she's gelding colts, and
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Banhus
I was foaled to the south of the house In the shade of acacia trees Slowing pulse from the veins in my neck My lungs are heaving and small And in my youth I was pried from the home And walked the
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there's vomit from my pen Laid Out on my bed Paralyzed dreaming of death Oh the summer how we cantered proud of each other, proud of the summer Hair Drape dow
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage Laid under tree and revered by no man, under the cross and the Queen Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
Oh, all my boxes of collectable insects I've displayed proud in my room I told my sister, to never let My mother throw them out They are my gift To her child A reminder Of the colour Of the love And
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
I drank my Hill Of Grace whole We slept through weather Our wealth and our toil I drank my Hill Of Grace, I drank my hermitage, I drank my ethanol to sleep in the soil
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
All I'd want from God, is kiss His red hand Look in His eyes and spit on His face I've now become, a weight on the scales A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home I'd want from God, a sleep with no
by Eleventh He Reaches London on album Hollow Be My Name
All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb or lair All I hate Britain and structure, fiscal goals for a house to share Of the grain and land I'll never have, I'll be caught in another man