No one hears the wind today. The black of night is stagnant. No one hears my soul today. The winged witch has stabbed it. Into the black of night the winged witch is calling.
The rooster won't crow today. He stopped the sun from rising. Into the black of night, she spreads her broken wings. Cursing those that cross her path, just tell them they were wrong.
Come fly away with me. No grief, just apathy. Forget the bullshit and just be free. Come fly away from me.
Let's kiss the black of night. Wrapped in her feathers, she told me they were wrong. Predictions carry on and on.
Into the black of night, the winged witch is howling. Into the black of night, the winged witch is calling. She's howling, she's calling, she's howling, she's prowling, she's hiding, she's looking for me.
credits
from Self Titled,
released October 27, 2015
Music: New Ruin, Lyrics: A. Quiñonez.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
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