Lyrics Gamma Knife - Kayo Dot

Gamma Knife

All else consumed by a holy cloud of forgetting
Build this man by the way attained
Go forth into the warm waters, brother
Happy is he, healthy is he among the
Pulled out and pulled apart
He sat with them, but not in vain
He sat among the ones long-dead
A feast, a store, a partner, love;
Encourage him in all his ways
To help him to forget the time of disengagement;
Calling power down upon the hour
Scouring the sea for word and need
The broken healer, wounded lasts;
Prays the skies to shut the rain and
Makes them shower down again
A sign that he’s there.
A friend
Skilled to these degrees
The world lies thousands of leagues beneath the Sea
In the blackest abysses of gloom
I can see it spew shades like the eruption of boils
Like the stillbirths of saviours
Like the orgasm of demons
The shapes that surround me are void of coherence
A body’s last breath
And a swirl in the smoke
They stink of leprosy
I call Thee forth into visible appearance
I call Thee forth into visible appearance
I call Thee forth into visible appearance
Rape me with your words
Scald me with your asylum eyes
Nail me to a cross of sorrow
Concealed in a Golgotha Trance
Tetragrammaton
Anaphaxeton
Primeumaton
AMN
My grisaille is something sad to see
For the shallow diver
Behold the reckling in his room
Coordinates shifted by a small degree
But stained glass lanterns still abloom
Nocturnal and blissom as ever
Seeking the colored path I am walking
At your bedtime
I found myself floating
Three thousand meters in the air
Saw lightning coming
Felt the rain kissing
Laid down in a lake
Heard the sky quivering
Walked the summer sunset
Seeing grey
Hearing blue
Did it alone
Did it alone
Did it all alone
«Youâ re all the fucking enemy
Another sign of the plague within»
Voices from a mountain, peacock in the sky
Under a lavender-imbrued
Black vainglorious veil so visible
Light my mirror with the tumbling glow
Of your perfect bathic baetyl
Ocellated god spoke to the crowd
Through tremolo bells from a city window
While from the hills out back, not quite as loud
Came the horsesâ more uneven tremolo
Inside: mornings, writings, hope
Reproductions of the most famous Van Gogh
Outside: only my scotoscope
It was night, out here
And always would be
I cut my pain with the ghost of a knife
In silence
And nothing drained from my veins to the carpet
Drops on the glass, I have nowhere to go today
And the umbrella in miles of dust in the hallway
Reading a book from the shelf (in miles of dust)
From day until night
Pale, glowing candles in a line like angels
I read aloud the words that were whispered in my ear
By the wind that rattles the windowpanes
Words cannot express_
Nor shudders
A phantom blade in the gathering shade
A breeze in the hallway
Tomorrow it may rain again
I will not leave and
Nothing will be disturbed