Anonymous Anonymous

indietronica{experimental gothline anti-folk cassette 4-track homemade amateur, post-creep post-vocalist}

April 24th, 2024suno

歌词

Swing low artificial light, and coffee stained Her ratty shirt, hanging off the bones There be beasts here baring teeth in smiles Free coffee, conversation Stories of casual murder held behind manic eyes "It is rising in me!" It is rising in me too And all rise to make blessings out of murderers "Bring me gold, oh Lord Of the iron I have dealt to the Earth Bring me mercy please, Though I claim not to ask it" And so on goes the hell of ego Poisoned, broken, chained to walls Yet still resisting death to spite And speak his weekly hour: "If you had met me three years back, you would not have crossed me. You would have crossed the street." That one gets chuckles. The skinny girl rolls her eyes. In hotels they are dying by the thousands. (dying by the thousands) It is rising in me (dying by the thousands) It is rising in me (dying by the thousands) It is rising in me (It is rising in me too) (mercy) mercy, pleaaaase (uh uh uh) bring me (dying d-d-d-d-dying) mercy, please! Mercy, lord in hotels they are dying by the thousands