Old Man Gloom

Old Man Gloom - Bells Dark Above Our Heads lyrics

rate me

Drones carry my body

to the top of the mountain of gods

carrion circle the corpse

of pale faces ears sewn shut

and poke like fingers towards the waiting sun

and I see the hole in your skull

where your soul leaked out dead

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