Closer from Some Things by Bible Gun
Tracklist
| 3. | Closer | 4:50 |
Lyrics
Pull me closer, baby, like a dying star. Only once.
Eyes ejected loosely from my widening skull, gravity sees to it.
And God's a baby, comatosely licking her thumb.
Force her teeth around her feet, and bite them down.
Furious caller saw me from his flying car, and I am done.
Tight black blankness pulling from pole to pole, magnetic seas ain't wet.
And Satan wields a flaming rake and I left a lake of red leaves on my lawn.
Lying prone won't help you now, O set me still sun.
