Lyrics:
the sky
Everybody wants to meet that girl
Everybody wants to see her world
Everybody wants to see her dancing
Moving in her twisting whorl
Everybody wants
Do you know
What the world may hold
Spinning fast
Spinning like a whorl
Hold my heart
In my hand
And watch it spin
Spinning fast
Do you know me
See
of
The horns, the horns, the horns, the horns, the horns, the horns,
rise perpendicularly in large spiral whorls,
rise perpendicularly in large spiral whorls
a whorl of restoration
Become a pearl, woe-be-gotten
Stir it up, break the surface
Raise your voices high, we cry
You've got the faith, you've got
VIII. CALIGINOUS WHORL
GivensGonzalezWilliamson 3:22
Verse I
Thee I evoke, the one
Thee I entreat, the range
Thee, that didst create the shrill
in the maleficent whorls and verticils of this dark tome
But what lies at the heart of it? A vespertine viper's nest of sublime wickedness!
What I
inside me
In this whorl
Of illusion and denial
I lost sight of myself
Going down
Being swallowed by this spiral
I lost Myself
Why does it feel
your masters
With the promise of one and what you are
We're on the verge
Tangents vex the whorl
The void arrives, then leaves
Returning, returning
of guilt on which to poise
Shanks of slate fall to the beach
Wrapped in life in ultra-green
Pools teem with tiny feet
And whorls of tired anemones
of guilt on which to poise
Shanks of slate fall to the beach
Wrapped in life in ultra-green
Pools teem with tiny feet
And whorls of tired anemones
Men were poring over there loops and whorls
Short of definite judgment
Remains, Reportedly drowned
During the last days awake
Calm fell
This world will fall
And the whorls of dust
And shimmering light
Will polish or crack the firmament
Will polish or crack the firmament
Will polish
I'm not a pretty girl with pretty problems
A pool of whorl and a fucked up conscience
I talk too much and I'm a wobbly walker
Not skinny enough
facts enhanced by chants and cries
Whorls of pollen mixed with blood
Garlands of spring flowers caked with mud
As the congregation stares agog
Gathered
The milky way galaxy
Formed from forces of gravity
Spiral of stars around a black hole
Electrical fractals swirling in a whorl
In this region
and heart
Dying soul and troubled mind
I can see and yet I'm blind
Fingers trace the whorl of scars
A skein that marks the pass of years
But now I stand, my
The wicked wind it howls it's vorpal din
Its whipping whorls and lashes flick across your skin
You take a breath, so sits a stoic lost in thought
a whorl
Ever stop to wonder what it's all for
And if this life is killing you...well don't do it anymore... for sure
Yes this life is killing me it's
and curls and curving noontime whorls
And as the sunlight sweeps across the land
What kind of shell would try and hold itself like a crayon?
What is
United skin bundles of disgusting objects
Dark flints, cinders burned where the dead lay
Whorls of skin, cut from fingertips
Sliced from the penis
On the pads of my fingers,
little mountains and valleys!
Not one fingerprint is the same.
Arches, loops, and whorls!
All shapes and prints vary.
And some
the wind blows
Feel it everywhere
Feel the pull of the undertow
Hear the crack of the ice and snow
Smell of sulphur and a whorl of smoke
Every forest gonna
how
Against time's whorl, love is our Shroud
Their existence, a fortress strong
Safe from distress, where they belong
Do you dream of a Love so tender
baby girl
Cause my life's in one huge whorl
I don't want to disappoint you in any way
When you're upset with me you pout and worry
Pray to the lord
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