The Culling

Dead eyes, I only call you when you're in my dreams Died too young, the culling then, it was obscene I am depleted by love I am depleted by love I'll never tell the secrets of my family Bled out, a cult of anonymity The kettle is wheeling, my love Riding on the back of a hell they caused One ear to the ground One eye on the room My tongue on your pulse My finger in your wound Sweet dead eyes, I long to hear you again Sweet dead eyes, I long to see your face Sweet dead eyes, I long for that illustrious hiss Sweet dead eyes, I know you feel it No turning back, only God knows what we're headed for The flowers bloom, the sun rises Flux, hiss, welt, groan Flux, hiss, welt, groan Flux, hiss, welt, groan Flux, hiss, welt, groan Flux, hiss, welt, groan Flux, hiss, welt, groan