Trinkets Pale Of Moon 歌詞

By the landfill I lust I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground I am Janus faced belial with vines You’re going to wish you hadn’t run Clarodine(?) is calling me I hear the hearts of tiny beating drums I feigned umbrage at my bruising fists You’re going to wish you hadn’t run And with these trinkets pale of moon Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles When I nurse your tired heart For every time you hear this strain of lullabies collapsing Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling Their gourds are punctured easily Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk Induce this multi strobe with melody You’re going to wish you hadn’t run I sing your epicedium My father taught me when I was young You’ll wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia You’re going to wish you hadn’t run And with these trinkets pale of moon Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles When I nurse your tired heart For every time you hear this strain of lullabies collapsing Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling