Lyrics Black Flags Ov Thee Holy Sonne - Efrim Manuel Menuck

Black Flags Ov Thee Holy Sonne

Twilight alit and fire on everything
From the belly of heaven come hidden machines
The moon is high and thin
And us beneath and wanderin'
Everything in pieces on the floor
The good times aren’t the good times anymore
Everything in pieces on the floor
The good times aren’t the good times anymore
The king is a child
The weather is mild
We’re all broke as shit and drowning
The king is a child
The weather is mild
We’re all broke as shit and drowning
O, holy sun!
O, burnt wilderness!
O, panting dog!
O, tenderness
O, holy sun!
O, burnt wilderness!
O, panting dog!
O, tenderness
Dead
Dead stars
Dead stars light
Dead stars light this country
Dead
Dead stars
Dead stars light
Dead stars light this country
Dead
Dead stars
Dead stars light
Dead stars light this country
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire
A river dug, and set on fire