The Cull Letra

Intronaut

Fluid Existential Inversions

Letra de The Cull
Here lies a man
Who fell victim to pride
Culler of staves
Stylites in the sky
Cracks in the old oubliette
Betray the false hope of light
And we'll never get it right

So in darkness let us dwell
We started with a bang
But we'll end with a sigh

We are all to blame
Empty is my way