Necronomicon from Bloodstains by Down In Autumn

Left on your own and now you’re talking to the walls,
Addressing footsteps you keep hearing down the hall,
It’s 3am again, it’s wearing thin, keep summoning the ghosts,
Of every exorcism that clung closest to their host.

And I will say another prayer, hope to god there’s no one there,
With all these empty words the wrong way round.

Because I’m seeing so much clearer every day,
This unholy ritual was all I had to say,
And now we’re on our way, embracing the occasion of our doom,
It’s coming soon.

Outline the alphabet across the bathroom floor,
Keep hearing something scraping, scratching at the door,
It’s dark at noon again, with rot-black rain, keep filling up my glass,
Cheer every resolution that was never meant to last

And I will say another prayer, hope to god there’s someone there,
With these infernal words read upside down.

Because I’m seeing so much clearer every day,
This unholy ritual was all I had to say,
And now we’re on our way, embracing the occasion of our doom,
It’s coming soon.

And the words you never taught me, have finally now brought me,
Salvation from the hope that’s killing me,
With wisdom from the ancients, blasphemic incantations,
A cursed benediction set to wash this all away.

Transfixed through hours in the pages of lost texts,
Recounting cataclysmic prophecies of what will happen next,
It’s come around again, it’s closing in, keep dreaming for the end,
Of every shackle holding back the horror trapped within.

Because I’m seeing so much clearer every day,
This unholy ritual was all I had to say,
And now we’re on our way, embracing celebrations of our doom,
It’s coming soon.

• Acoustic
• acoustic punk
• acoustic-pop
• acousticpunk
• indie-pop
• singer-songwriter
• London