Worthless Animal Deafheaven

With all life profane
The ladles cradling
Streams of buttermilk
Current stretch out
And alabaster lips unseal

So I may recall
The soft timbre of
Whisper in its stillness
Still

Alabaster lips unseal
So I may recall
I may recall
The soft timbre of
Whisper in its stillness
Still

Now

When a fawn
Stumbles into the road
Honeydew high
And deep in afterglow
Mind swarming
Mind small
Honeydew high
Transforming the soul