
Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Song language: English
These Black Claws |
I’ve been approaching the surface for a year |
I’ve seen emotions derail and disappear |
Go feed the colorful snakes outside, she said to me |
Go break your colorful bones in a fight, she begged of me |
We are returning to the ominous |
We are a lost cause |
We are committing to the dominance |
Of these black claws |
I try to smile when I get bad news |
Figure if there is any good left, I’ll get that too |
The blood is red but the veins are blue |
And my bones are every color on the spectrum between the two |
I squeeze through the cells that we’ve been locked in |
Kinda high from the loss of the oxygen |
Headrush, flushed, dropping dead weight |
My canine scrapes the last crumbs off my bread plate |
Just head straight |
No maps or no atlas |
No matter how the road curves don’t end up backwards |
Black birds circle brown dirt for the big worms |
My bad dream catcher hangs high as it twist turns |
Cities burn a bad smoke |
It makes my eyes itch |
But front row seats to apocalypse are priceless |
Life is hanging here in these black claws |
Staring at a white sky full of black stars |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Mark | 2015 |
Straight Lines | 2021 |
World of Wils, Pt. 1 | 2015 |
Lost Angeles | 2018 |
Head Mounted Sideways | 2021 |
The Road | 2019 |
Iron out the Maiden | 2018 |
Dirt | 2015 |
Future Bird | 2021 |
1985 Pt. 2 (Black Flowers) | 2018 |
Whaler | 2018 |
Ghosts | 2018 |
Van Gogh's Crows | 2015 |
Poison | 2018 |
Still | 2018 |
Hollow | 2024 |
Freak | 2021 |
Suicide Drive | 2018 |
Big Bad Wolf | 2019 |
Gutter Moon | 2016 |