Transmigration Songtext
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Transmigration Songtext
When the sun has left the sky
When the day plummets the abyss
I find you in the muted glare
When did you notice this?
Solid gold shine in the father′s mind
Creator, maintainer, destroyer or lawyer
They found you in your bitter flood
Who looks like a faded Goya
She only comes for the consolation
Striding like a hag with comfort inside
Spreading through the population
Oh my God, baby, I'm so fucking tired
These days of Gomorrah are a tribulation
Buckled to the ground, stagger ′neath the weight
Silence like a lamb in transmigration
When the moon has left the night
When the light shatters your eyes
I see you through the membrane wall
I wait for you to rise
Tiny piece of space in front of your face
Tiny black hole instead of a soul
I see you cross the crowded room
Where solid lines just fold
She only comes for the consolation
Striding like a hag with comfort inside
Spreading through the population
Oh my God, baby, I'm so fucking tired
These days of Gomorrah are a tribulation
Buckled to the ground, stagger 'neath the weight
Silence like a lamb in transmigration
One of these days we′re gonna go straight
When the day plummets the abyss
I find you in the muted glare
When did you notice this?
Solid gold shine in the father′s mind
Creator, maintainer, destroyer or lawyer
They found you in your bitter flood
Who looks like a faded Goya
She only comes for the consolation
Striding like a hag with comfort inside
Spreading through the population
Oh my God, baby, I'm so fucking tired
These days of Gomorrah are a tribulation
Buckled to the ground, stagger ′neath the weight
Silence like a lamb in transmigration
When the moon has left the night
When the light shatters your eyes
I see you through the membrane wall
I wait for you to rise
Tiny piece of space in front of your face
Tiny black hole instead of a soul
I see you cross the crowded room
Where solid lines just fold
She only comes for the consolation
Striding like a hag with comfort inside
Spreading through the population
Oh my God, baby, I'm so fucking tired
These days of Gomorrah are a tribulation
Buckled to the ground, stagger 'neath the weight
Silence like a lamb in transmigration
One of these days we′re gonna go straight
Writer(s): Jeffrey Cain, Steven John Kilbey, John Kilbey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

