Parliament Owls - Cloudseeder

Hollow, ever waiting
Opaque voice of patterns
gleaming from the light of
Far suns all long dead.
Can I let go of this false God who burns out my eyes?

Love is screaming inside of me
A cauldron, the echo chamber of self
This is not the first time I've turned it into a weapon, love

Growing things can't know
They're the perfect lies as they are fed sunlight
Bleeding things can't know
They are free as they always wash their feet of footprints,
So human

We are

Hollow, ever waiting
Opaque voice of patterns
gleaming from the light of
Far suns all long dead
Can I let go of this false God who burns out my eyes?

Love is screaming inside of me (scream into you)
A dark that can only be found in the aftermath
of something so true

Wake spring in Death's hands
to rise from grey
Look into my eyes and you'll see

Your young self dreaming of just you
Hush dear, let it all go

We are

All of breath

Hollow, ever waiting
Opaque voice of patterns
gleaming from the light of
Far suns all long dead.
Can I let go of this false God who burns out my eyes?