Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Culling , by - Chelsea Wolfe. Song from the album Hiss Spun, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 21.09.2017
Record label: Sargent House
Song language: English
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 |