Casper Skulls - Dying in Eight Verses
Directed by Bosmo
Edited by Bosmo
Edited by Bosmo
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Lyrics:
Oh the summer heat, how it used to beat
On the days when you felt important
And the breeze would blow up your ego
But it just drifts down and you feel like you lose a few pounds
To feel light and blow up again
Oh the summer heat, how it used to beat
On the days when you felt important
And the breeze would blow up your ego
But it just drifts down and you feel like you lose a few pounds
To feel light and blow up again
And “remember whens” are our conversations
Until it no longer brings alleviation
When we can’t express all that we invest
We took a vow but I guess we’re just memories now
Until no one’s left to remember us
Until it no longer brings alleviation
When we can’t express all that we invest
We took a vow but I guess we’re just memories now
Until no one’s left to remember us
One day you got gone and I was alone
A new breed brought no expectations
Weary of the strain, conscious of the pain
Below your eyes the gutter of heaven hangs
Because acceptance is a boring place
A new breed brought no expectations
Weary of the strain, conscious of the pain
Below your eyes the gutter of heaven hangs
Because acceptance is a boring place
When I think back(Bach) to the days now wounded
Wanamaker blows “Come, Sweet Death” come soothin
The ink of Shakespeare’s pen spilled on Leclair’s bed
Macbeth stab wounds scored by a Sonata for 2
And all the sadness I bring to you
Wanamaker blows “Come, Sweet Death” come soothin
The ink of Shakespeare’s pen spilled on Leclair’s bed
Macbeth stab wounds scored by a Sonata for 2
And all the sadness I bring to you
All the faces blur, all the names just words
All the artifacts of living roll over
To the next kin soul, after the burial
I think I could lend myself to obscureness now
To feel light and blow up again
All the artifacts of living roll over
To the next kin soul, after the burial
I think I could lend myself to obscureness now
To feel light and blow up again
Pass down the name, keep it the same
The passenger is nodding in all directions
Look in baby books and the names you took
How’s Sage Moonblood Stallone sound to you?
Sounds pretty good to me too
The passenger is nodding in all directions
Look in baby books and the names you took
How’s Sage Moonblood Stallone sound to you?
Sounds pretty good to me too
Until the skylark flits, keep cleaning baby shit
When the auguries of innocence roll over
Every grief and pine, every tear that’s mine
Every morning rise with a cry that calls for you
One day it’ll call for me too
When the auguries of innocence roll over
Every grief and pine, every tear that’s mine
Every morning rise with a cry that calls for you
One day it’ll call for me too
A heart so broke, carry it in two hearses
How does it feel to die in eight verses?
When you realize you served no purpose
Your pieces are carried pass the summer lawns
And the breeze will blow you to the next song
How does it feel to die in eight verses?
When you realize you served no purpose
Your pieces are carried pass the summer lawns
And the breeze will blow you to the next song