(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
Cast down and covered in black.
Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
I've already forgiven you.
And blood was running down
Her dress in streams into her hands where she
Was stitching on the flesh he left
In sections on the carpet near a bed that
Never slept while she was sleeping
In her clothes that he had laid with on
The floor with all his fingers crossed
Wouldn't grow.
But how it grew,
And how it hurt,
And how it hallowed every memory had
Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
Just a shadow of the past before the war.
All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
What a bunch of fools we lovers are
When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:10.08](Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
[00:44.28]Cast down and covered in black.
[00:46.47]Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
[00:48.96]Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
[00:50.79]Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
[00:56.70]I've already forgiven you.
[01:01.08]And blood was running down
[01:02.37]Her dress in streams into her hands where she
[01:04.71]Was stitching on the flesh he left
[01:07.11]In sections on the carpet near a bed that
[01:10.41]Never slept while she was sleeping
[01:12.75]In her clothes that he had laid with on
[01:15.54]The floor with all his fingers crossed
[01:19.41]Wouldn't grow.
[01:20.52]But how it grew,
[01:21.87]And how it hurt,
[01:23.07]And how it hallowed every memory had
[01:26.10]Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
[01:29.40]Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
[01:34.71]What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
[01:37.23]And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
[01:44.82]Just a shadow of the past before the war.
[01:48.18]All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
[01:51.93]And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
[01:59.16]What a bunch of fools we lovers are
[02:03.54]When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
(Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
Cast down and covered in black.
Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
I've already forgiven you.
And blood was running down
Her dress in streams into her hands where she
Was stitching on the flesh he left
In sections on the carpet near a bed that
Never slept while she was sleeping
In her clothes that he had laid with on
The floor with all his fingers crossed
Wouldn't grow.
But how it grew,
And how it hurt,
And how it hallowed every memory had
Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
Just a shadow of the past before the war.
All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
What a bunch of fools we lovers are
When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:10.08](Crows, wipe the blood off the end of your claws. Said the vulture Lets gather like storms for the war. Crows, as the night turns it's skin into coal, Dark as corpses but cluttered with gold. They will label you thieves, wolves, and whores But you are nothing less than angels, you are nothing less than angels x3)
[00:44.28]Cast down and covered in black.
[00:46.47]Ain't this the bloodiest mess in the world?
[00:48.96]Said the virgin, a torn little girl.
[00:50.79]Boy, you went and made a sweet wreck of my soul, and
[00:56.70]I've already forgiven you.
[01:01.08]And blood was running down
[01:02.37]Her dress in streams into her hands where she
[01:04.71]Was stitching on the flesh he left
[01:07.11]In sections on the carpet near a bed that
[01:10.41]Never slept while she was sleeping
[01:12.75]In her clothes that he had laid with on
[01:15.54]The floor with all his fingers crossed
[01:19.41]Wouldn't grow.
[01:20.52]But how it grew,
[01:21.87]And how it hurt,
[01:23.07]And how it hallowed every memory had
[01:26.10]Never felt was threatened by a thing the world
[01:29.40]Could conjure up to kill them, but he let it kill them
[01:34.71]What a bunch of fools we lovers are.
[01:37.23]And now she's smiling, with her self put back together,
[01:44.82]Just a shadow of the past before the war.
[01:48.18]All sewn together, like a city sick from storms
[01:51.93]And sick of waiting for a god to call the floods out of her home.
[01:59.16]What a bunch of fools we lovers are
[02:03.54]When tempted by the taste of flesh. "My boy, you are nothing more than a thief and a whore In a suit of the finest of armor." laughed the vulture. "Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you."
Like a shadow on a shadow, a phantom in a film strip
Faint glimmer of the past trapped in mother's old slides
Sits still in the apartment while siftin...
After sundown, before sleeping,
I am the worst of me.
I am a mess of these
Stage scenes.
It's fear fiction, these visions, caught somewhere between de...
"Up, M'Lady--Pack your things, this place is not your home. Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride." "And how we've trembl...
I felt your sickness
brush against my arm as
I walked by you —
Heard your voice but
couldn't tell that it was you.
And, slowly, watched your sickness ...
Forget all the fears you've kept about love and *** and death and faith,
Erased, or swinging sweet from around her neck and between her breasts.
Let...
I looked her in the eye and smiled, "My girl, you must understand that fear is not some product that I made. It crept unwelcome in my head the day the...
I know that someday you'll be sleeping,
Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will r...
Like any morning of my
Junior year
I stumble in the classroom
Late but this day I see
Faces I feel
An air like a funeral
Like a wake
As I sit down
Som...
I’ve been watching a slow thaw come around.
I’ve been waiting in the cold and hazy blue.
I’ve been driving alone out to the edge of town.
I’ve been th...