Deafheaven piosenki

I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever in the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some. I begged not to carry the corpse. To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts. To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism. I wish to be...

Where has my passion gone? Has it been carried off by some lonely driver in a line of florescent light? Has it been blurred together in ribboned patterns on the night? Along the stretch of some unnamed plane, we began again. I saw in your face that we’re th...

Scrawled into the pavement, again and again. Written on the red stalls in smokey tin. On the smokey tin, it melts again and again. On the booths of the round table, again and again. Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again....

Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret? Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep? Where has God gone wrong? Shake the hand of your deepest fear. Was it not your hero who saw when you wept? Could you call if you began to weep? Where has God go...

Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly. "...

Choked whines filter through the crack in the window where the sun fell through moments ago. And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day. His blessed concussed confusion. His seizing airways. He holds his head wishing for his mothe...

Stagnant strangers romance on crowded pathways below admiring the stage's glistening coat. The reflection on the sill giving the cheekbones their due. Praising the worth of porcelain skin. My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun. I gave labor to the grief....

I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas. I imagine the end. Then further do...

We're still laughing over lore. Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored. Swimming in monotony. Swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom And still, we swallow the surface. We brought our boredom to...

I married into the fly trap I sunk into suburban sand Victimized by restlessness Blacking out in the lion's mouth. I laughed at the cigarette stain; inhaling black on the blinds And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory I am trans...

Tricked into some fodder about this oasis. This conversation of new beginning. Having enlightening talks over common interests. Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform. I’ve boarded myself inside. I’ve refused to exit. There...

Twisting and turning beside the slumbering Tereza, he recalled something she had told him a long time before in the course of an insignificant conversation. They had been talking about his friend Z, when she announced, 'If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have...

Of all I knew, her held too few. And would you stop me, if I try to stop you. Old songs stay 'til the end. Sad songs remind me of friends. And the way it is, I could leave it all And I ask myself, would you care at all. When I drive alone at night, I s...

Held my breath and drove through a maze of wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees were. I watched the steep walkways and the white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated against the leather. I watched the dogs twist through the wealthy garden. I watched...

Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter sun that shines past into light. Setting fire to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming. Destroying the tomb of memories from your life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t find one. In the hallways lit up...

Barren, first, the golden nest. The budding breast. Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound. The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; Seeping through cracks, corroded wit...

Bowing to a monolith of grief. Obsessing over discord. Daydreaming of nights that led my staggering steps to nowhere. Bathing in the Summer night’s cold and in the black of night, I feel so old. I feel so worn, quartered, and torn. Hung from the post where...

Destined as the servant to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt and the sharp tongue of your zealous will is only congruent with the salt in your mouth and the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost in the patterns of youth and the ghost of your a...

Why? What have they done? Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? Why have some gone, but we are still here? Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance....