Medicine

My skin becomes the ground, it's easier to walk that way I'm covering the walls in toadstools to mark the way Gramophones flap their wings, the trees rustle their roots Their leaves are fleeting fast upstream, nature conceals my trace Ride the bus through marble walls, the tall grass there awaits My headlights disagree with me, they're never to return Every night I walk the same trail of thought a little bit further Spiraling like a moth, transcending fire and finding home They call me bastard child, but that's not who I am Empty-handed the return, you can't grasp a roaring stream The ground is gleaming bright, I knew this place, it can't be far The loons are fast asleep this is my place I finally made it home

Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026

Jump the fence Burn the sun You won't find yourself Among your peers Down there Mourn On your mother's grave For yourself Hubris lights the path To your dept Burn sun Burn the sun Give me death now send new light inside my dreary eyes

Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026

(<em>Instrumental</em>)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026

Sail away (..) Wade through the water Your skin won't leave the ground Your skin has you wanting Your skin won't leave you be We lost all oats at cape cod Pluck the albatross Piercing eyes fall down the well Chew brush, spit black Who spared the broken hull? Howling boiler testified Consult the entrails Boil down saliva

Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026

I sold her teeth For a gun The merchant cried And crawled away Diving blindly Is such a waste Sail away (...)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Jun 21, 2026