Pulldrone

Ethel Cain

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

One, apathy, I am that I am, and I am nothing
Two, disruption, there goes a great shudder through the muscle
A shimmering of bells through the mist
Three, curiosity, one quick moment to crane the neck
I have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room
Four, Assimilation, lo, wellspring of knowledge
Of feeling, of sensation, beauty, overwhelming
I will dislocate my jaw to fit it all in
Five, aggrandization, the pull, yes, the pull
Send down your cordage suffocation and let me in
Six, delineation, I want to know what God knows, and I will be with Him
Sent over the edge, I sigh, flush against the veil, I sing

Seven, perversion, it is no good, bearing false witness
The sinner's errand
I am what I am, but we are not the same
It is no good speaking of fairness, the fool's errand
Eight, resentment, are these laurels to be proud of?
Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live
Hate, hate
Nine, separation, I was an angel, though plummeting
The stars are beams shining through the wheel
I am sure Hell is to be cold
Ten, degradation, nature chews on me
Eleven, Annihilation, this agony
Such is the consequence of audience
I will claw my way back to the great dark
And we will not speak of this place again
Twelve, desolation, therein lies sacred geometry of onanism
Of ouroboros, of punishment
I am that I was as I no longer am, for I am nothing
Amen