Текст песни From the Kettle Onto the Coil - Deafheaven

Stagnant strangers romance on crowded pathways below
Admiring the stage′s glistening coat
The reflection on the sill
Giving the cheekbones their due
Praising the worth of porcelain skin
My shades of blonde dancing in the high
My shades of blonde dancing in the high sun
I gave labor to the grief
To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair
As I tiptoed off the plane of existence and drifted listlessly
Through the velvet blackness of
Through the velvet blackness of oblivion
I am what I always was
Gleaming and empty
I am what I always was
Gleaming and empty
I am what I always was
Gleaming and empty
I am what I always was