Luna - Deafheaven

Tricked into some fodder about this oasis

This conversation of new beginning

Having enlightening talks over common interests

Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform

Chained together or chained forever

Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform tonight

I’ve boarded myself inside

I’ve refused to exit

There is no ocean for me

There is no glamour

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

I gaze at it from the oven of my home

I’ve boarded myself inside

I’ve refused to exit

There is no ocean for me

There is no glamour

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

I gaze at it from the oven of my home

Confined to a house that never remains clean

To a bed where the ill never get well

I cough ceaselessly into the night

The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

Reimagined suburbia