Deafheaven Tunnel Of Trees Lyrics

Barren, first, the golden nest
The budding breast
Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts
Fled the ebbing, unknown wound
The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery;
Seeping through cracks, corroded with mold

Blissfully ignorant insanity
Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time
Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good