Yrei Rings Of Saturn Lyrics
Rings Of Saturn by Yūrei
[Verse 1]
In a casket, in her back pocket, I feel my hands around my throat
In mid December, the tired millennium will start to function like a ghost resounding in my skull
A body fractured, a body ruined, sometimes a body's like a joke
An image drowning in the hive of spirits, concentric cries, eccentric jolts
[Chorus]
There are things I can't admit
There are things I can't allow
The spiders rising from the pit and slowly crawling out my mouth
[Verse 2]
In an instant, a million daggers will borrow time to slit your throat
In the echo chamber, snakes slither sleepless, they reunite and lead a host of fornicating rays of light
The body poisoned and without organs until the ocean claims us all
A truth fragmented, the fragments scattered, lost in a pile of broken bones
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Oh my lover, won't you rings of Saturn as I decide to sink into the sun
I shed my skin for wayward yearning, and you write songs to raise the dead
Walking backwards into a new religion, I dance the future on your flesh
Oh my lover, oh my atomic structure, perennial sickness in my head
In a casket, in her back pocket, I feel my hands around my throat
In mid December, the tired millennium will start to function like a ghost resounding in my skull
A body fractured, a body ruined, sometimes a body's like a joke
An image drowning in the hive of spirits, concentric cries, eccentric jolts
[Chorus]
There are things I can't admit
There are things I can't allow
The spiders rising from the pit and slowly crawling out my mouth
[Verse 2]
In an instant, a million daggers will borrow time to slit your throat
In the echo chamber, snakes slither sleepless, they reunite and lead a host of fornicating rays of light
The body poisoned and without organs until the ocean claims us all
A truth fragmented, the fragments scattered, lost in a pile of broken bones
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Oh my lover, won't you rings of Saturn as I decide to sink into the sun
I shed my skin for wayward yearning, and you write songs to raise the dead
Walking backwards into a new religion, I dance the future on your flesh
Oh my lover, oh my atomic structure, perennial sickness in my head