Christians & Lions - The Swailing Lyrics

Like household pets with broken necks
Their bodies dance around their heads
And I dream in infinities, the space between
Dumb terror and the door rolls over itself
Halves its body, breaks its back
Drags its weight inches, inches at a time

Like no time
I've got time
I'll... I'll find time

Holy ghosts stir up raw decrypt
Our root, stalks and leaves
Feeding family trees
In poor soil with blood, memories, and faith

An unfixed concept but still
Perched just out of sight
We'll comb the undergrowth by
The swailing fire's light

And not breathe
Nor speak
Close our eyes so we can see
We'll see
Oh, we'll see

Ooh
Ahh
Ooh
Ahh

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