Текст песни The Moth Gatherer - The Black Antlers

Текст:

Recurring relentless patterns Black antlers from the king Deep in vortex of thoughts Carving anxiety from the abyss A hook through astral planes A vessel pending in between Hallways of bones and memories Gold reversed in my palms A house of bricks and cancer Is always flickering inside Traverse the consciousness Sterile vanishing, leave no trace In here with me Nothing but the bitter weight Of memories A nest of splinters Making to escape

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