Occultist fires, sharp toothed saw
You rub your eyes til I go blind
I failed the grade, unfamiliarly
The black goat came to stay,
In this place no one dared to witness
I stood on both sides of that old barn door
This is my one move to you,
This is violence, my own owed servitude
Blank check devotion
Black eyes gleaming with rage
Total darkness of a well
Tearing down what light had built
In fevered dreams of pure crimson silk
Forget this admission
It serves but one
Never come back, you
Run run run
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
Occultist fires, sharp toothed saw
You rub your eyes til I go blind
I failed the grade, unfamiliarly
The black goat came to stay,
In this place no one dared to witness
I stood on both sides of that old barn door
This is my one move to you,
This is violence, my own owed servitude
Blank check devotion
Black eyes gleaming with rage
Total darkness of a well
Tearing down what light had built
In fevered dreams of pure crimson silk
Forget this admission
It serves but one
Never come back, you
Run run run
