Tunnel of Trees - Deafheaven

Barren, first

The golden nest

The budding breast

Bloated with

Mystical, imaginary potential

That paused in glory with thoughts of ghosts

Fled the ebbing, unknown wound

The disfigured prison of

Resonant debauchery

Seep, seeping through cracks

Corroded with mold

Blissfully ignorant insanity

Misled prayers for sunshine

In the hopeless, godless cathedral

Of rapid time

Like a tsunami of death

A roaring river of blood

Drowning the life

Out of all that was good

Drowning the life

That was good

Drowning the life

That was good

That was good