At seventeen I heard my calling
To suffocate with my embrace
Murder ten to save a hundred
Drown the whole world in my faith
From a long line I descended
Immaculate, an empty womb
And the spur is desperation
Maybe God is desperate too
In watermarks and lonely places
A private measurement of time
In made-up names and blacked-out faces
I will trace my blood line
1 | Velvet cell |
2 | I Turn My Face To The Forest Floor |
3 | Trust |
4 | See My Friends |
5 | Bluebeard |
6 | Black Holes In The Sand |
7 | The Prize |
8 | Song among the pine |
9 | Hourglass |
10 | Tunnels |