"The Culling" lyrics - CHELSEA WOLFE

CHELSEA WOLFE
"The Culling"

Dead eyes, I only call you when you're in my dreams
Died too young, the culling then, it was obscene
I am depleted by love
I am depleted by love

I'll never tell the secrets of my family
Bled out, a cult of anonymity
The kettle is wheeling, my love
Riding on the back of a hell they caused

One ear to the ground
One eye on the room
My tongue on your pulse
My finger in your wound

[Chorus:]
Sweet dead eyes, I long to hear you again
Sweet dead eyes, I long to see your face
Sweet dead eyes, I long for that illustrious hiss
Sweet dead eyes, I know you feel it

[Post-Chorus:]
No turning back
Only God knows what we're headed for
The flowers bloom, the sun rises

[Outro:]
Flux, hiss, welt, groan
Flux, hiss, welt, groan
Flux, hiss, welt, groan
Flux, hiss, welt, groan
Flux, hiss, welt, groan
Flux, hiss, welt, groan