Golden Antlers کے بول

Look at this poor boy All dressed up in white Now how can he smile With a face of all eyes He wanders the night Through smears and words snide Spinning round and round His precious mind Like dizzy neon lights Can anybody find out Any other way It’s choking up his throat now And dripping out his mouth Like liquefied dying sparks Like burning butterflies These creatures are vampires They’re killing by the night They’re falling from the dead trees To silhouette your life He sees this white face Brains lit grey and cold Trees grow in their throats And crystals ignored His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke Look through the holes in his eyes And see his red righteous soul Can anybody find out Any other way It’s choking up his throat now And dripping out his mouth These creatures are vampires They’re killing by the night They’re hanging from the dead trees Like burning butterflies