Lyrics Call to Death - Cloud Rat

Call to Death

There’s a voice that lives inside my head
Shy from expression and interpretation
That gives me right to sink inside of nothing
Where I can be
Where I can be a vast migration
Forever, fleeting endorphins, stimulate the passing
It’s leaving, I’m leaving
Thin membrane to scrape
For excess building blocks;
For bleeding emotions;
I could melt and be fine
Must breathe pine to feel alive
All efforts circumvent the coming call to dath