The Swallows from Paradise by Kushana
Let's All Go To Gehenna!
Tracklist
| 4. | The Swallows | 13:31 |
Lyrics
criss-crossed water,
funneling away into storm drains
on the side of the road.
drains away, like this sprain.
life furied and fleeting.
moments drenched in pain.
the swallows make sound.
this sun is down by the shallows.
life goes away.
it walks me by.
it talks on high.
im made of wind.
life slips away.
i fall up.
i float down.
i drift apart.
i drown away.
then i die.
made from my mother’s tears.
made from a father not held dear.
i criss-crossed my heart.
twisted up my guts
and crucified my legs.
your bad, my bad.
you made my mistake.
don’t you see the cost
of a lush perfect wish.
don’t you see,
it hurts like he hurt.
it hurts like i hurt.
it hurts like she hurt.
you hurt like i hurt.
let’s all go to Gehenna.
your bad, my bad.
i made your mistake.
i fall up.
i float down.
i drift apart.
i drown away.
i fall to colors.
i become noise.
i close my eyes.
then i die.
but the swallows.
they’re all okay.
they’re all okay.
piss crossed blood,
flooding into the gutters.
and down sun-drains.
storms dance up by the shallows.
there’s a hundred hundred stars
hiding down in the deep.
dive and see.
dying to believe.
there’s a wail coming from in
in from width.
that branching thing laid upon me.
a classic storm turns into the weak.
a sun-drain an enclave for the lame.
all hail will come.
all hell with a gun.
a healer will come.
three more weeks then i’m
killing the swallows as a game.
killing them day by day.
killing the tame.
killing the lame.
killing swallows as a game.
how do i make some kind of change?
pray dearly for me in the deep
of the gutters, going down sun-drains.
the flaccid storm turns in it’s wake.
how do i make some kind of change?
selling dead swallows
how i make some spare kinds of change.
killing small sparrows and breaking their eggs.
then sparing all the kind swallows.
is this the great “how do i make some change?”
