CRT Lyrics

Those far away screams

In done up schemes

Burnt out leads

The burnt out screens

Pagan flags

On a CRT

My river bled

Into dirty creeks

The green eyed clown

The hollow steep

Spires twist

In beauty sleep

In beauty sleep

My lobotomy

My faithful

Bloodsucking

Leech

It's all so sweet

And it's all so sweet

My resting bed

In eyeless dreams

My wicker head

In blood red schemes

And its all unseen

And it's all unseen

Guess we're out of luck

Guess you're out of luck

Guess we're out of luck

Words of delusion

I got my blood in trees

Land of sparrows

Arrows fire

Love up the free

I'm in the junction

I got some funds in

On my fucking knees

Praise the beam

Praise to the churning sea

Soul derailed

Spinning tails

I can barely breach

Ships are burning

Clouds are hollow

Black ships go to sleep

Strips are burning

Clouds I swallow

Makes me touch the stream

And we've seen them fall

Horses on the screen

Mothers turn

Twist and burn

Give me what I need

Mothers scorn

He's reborn

In my muddy feet

Perma plastic

Haunt me

Stalk me

Be my everything

Perma plastic

And the saviours sing

Cannons ring

Give me everything

Cannons sing

I been on the brink

Cannons ring

Give me everything

Cannons sing

I been on the brink

I been walking skitz

I been waking up dead

On my wicker head

The sun gives me dread

The sun gives me dread

The sun gives me dread

The sun gives me dread

The sun gives me dread