Flesh glowing in the nightmare
Touches you like malady
Oh, the sick tension is a regular thing
Sky scraping eminence
Try not to imagine a great big emptiness
Looming there between us
A projected self with the face all wrong
And hear the voice through the plastic
You will have no future now
See, our deception is a composite world
Gossamer, black and yellow
Two eyes on the firmament
We are transmuting the mood of the wraith
Sky scraping eminence
Try not to imagine a great big emptiness
Looming there between us
A projected self with the face all wrong
Pulling free, your ribs protrude
A frenzied peak
Of absent mind
And I am the one who sunders us here
Malady Video (MV)
Performed By: Domes
Language: English
Length: 4:07
Written by: BRENDON STUART KAHI, DANIEL JOHN BOSHER, MATHEW PHILLIP BOSHER
Domes - Malady Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Flesh glowing in the nightmare
Touches you like malady
Oh, the sick tension is a regular thing
Sky scraping eminence
Try not to imagine a great big emptiness
Looming there between us
A projected self with the face all wrong
And hear the voice through the plastic
You will have no future now
See, our deception is a composite world
Gossamer, black and yellow
Two eyes on the firmament
We are transmuting the mood of the wraith
Sky scraping eminence
Try not to imagine a great big emptiness
Looming there between us
A projected self with the face all wrong
Pulling free, your ribs protrude
A frenzied peak
Of absent mind
And I am the one who sunders us here
Touches you like malady
Oh, the sick tension is a regular thing
Sky scraping eminence
Try not to imagine a great big emptiness
Looming there between us
A projected self with the face all wrong
And hear the voice through the plastic
You will have no future now
See, our deception is a composite world
Gossamer, black and yellow
Two eyes on the firmament
We are transmuting the mood of the wraith
Sky scraping eminence
Try not to imagine a great big emptiness
Looming there between us
A projected self with the face all wrong
Pulling free, your ribs protrude
A frenzied peak
Of absent mind
And I am the one who sunders us here
Writer: BRENDON STUART KAHI, DANIEL JOHN BOSHER, MATHEW PHILLIP BOSHER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Hipgnosis Songs Group