歌曲 | Worsening |
歌手 | Baths |
专辑 | Obsidian |
Birth was like a fat black tongue | |
Dripping tar and dung and dye | |
Slowly into my shivering eyes | |
I might walk upright | |
But then again | |
I might still try to die | |
Never prayed, never paid any attention | |
Never felt any affection | |
Never a lot of thought to life | |
I might walk upright | |
But then again | |
I might still try to die | |
When the mouths in the earth come to bite at my robes | |
Hell that sits below, of you would do well to bellow | |
At the cold, the lifeless, the worsening souls |