little bird in blue worlds spinning things with wings beating the sacred heart running cold and scared
wanting warmer weather to leave all winter behind the cutting edge of the sword in blood of the burning heart
nailed into unholy ground and the skies going under over paradise is offering something to prevent nothing
little bird in white worlds singing nothing to hear without heed of the heart cut by the swords of heaven
2. Doom Sticks
[Instrumental]
3. Vowels
loveless vessels we vow solo love we see love solve loss else we see love sow woe selves we woo we lose losses we levee we owe we sell loose vows so we love less well so low so level wolves evolve
