Lyrics Closed Casket - Head Wound City

Closed Casket

You’re the girl, I’m the boy
Raised in the blank-eyed void
I’m the boy, you’re the girl
Coughing prayers to the end of the world
Yeah!
Yeah!
We’re hooks in the garden again
Yeah!
Yeah!
We’re picking out caskets again
I saw a world forever stick fingers down its throat
I saw a world so clever it laughed until it choked
I’ve seen all I can stand above, take me down below
State your curse, do your worst, just keep the casket closed
I saw a world forever passed out in its clothes
I saw a world forever bleeding out the nose
I’ve seen all I can stand above, take me down below
State your curse, do your worst, just keep the casket closed
Again and again
We’re picking out caskets again
One for the mourning veil, hangs from your head
One for the stained glass sheets of my cemetery bed
Two for the hands of time, erase my memory
Three for the graveyard choir—can you hear them sing?