The Fever Room Songtext
von Cicada The Burrower

Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb

Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks

Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit

The choir is coughing
The sermon′s begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia


A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum

The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia

Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb

Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks

Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit


The choir is coughing
The sermon′s begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia

A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum

The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia