by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

my spine a walking cane my crumbling clothes and broken road carved with wheel marks in the mud down the neck of the hills chased the croak of scavenger birds street corner to street corning dragging

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

above a frozen plain a dirty cloud is rearing up and we wolves can only watch of all these falling lights the brightest ones are scarring up and scars you cannot change all of us still standing must

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

like a fist clutching bread just to hoard and withhold like the grain that they locked in the silo we'll be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own, but we won't steal from the land wha

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

there is no water here there is no water here keep quiet and quiet keep quiet and quiet keep quiet and quiet keep quiet and quiet keep quiet and quiet keep quiet and quiet keep quiet and quiet

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

I feel as though I've lost a limb because I cannot walk I'll swim cut this knot beneath my throat bequeathed a plastic gem of hope which only melted in the sun leave me to rock upon the waves of

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

Under heel, under yoke, breathe the gas to cough and choke Bleach out the oceans, castrate the winds, sterilize the blood so we die while we live What we fear, is what we pave, so bury the planet in a

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

wide eyes under water salt burns them open keep hold of the rope keep on looking crumbs from the table kept us diving under but there's nothing left in the ocean pull in the rope half drowned and

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

burning down the days, let me count the ways calling up the waste, so what the fuck the breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and all winding rows of teeth growing sharper

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

Unconscious of echoing tragedy we line up to join the parade but our elbows are stuck in the mud again and our houses have all flown away there's a song that we've thrown from corpse to corpse in th

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

cracked a whisper from within the spine to give a signal to the other side this house of god holds a traitor whose missing hands ar eleft untied cross the keyhole cross the latches cross every line

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

crumbs from the table have fallen so few so not to catch an eye reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees to gather before before the broom what is left amongst the spire that is as tall as the

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

when hung from this tree 'til the color left me for the weight of the spear and no water near by a starry pool where I fare to try two ravens flew down and I left with one eye

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

by Blackbird Raum on album Under The Starling Host

like those clever traps a bit of wire a rusty barb I've seen some people set and never check for prey there are tripwires in the righteous sneers of some of us in their boots they carry

by Blackbird Raum on album False Weavers

The lash is on it’s golden nail inside the master’s house It’s not needed now, dreams are working for the nonce But that lash, is being taken down they’ve thrown bones enough And don’t lo

by Blackbird Raum on album False Weavers

It was overcast most of the way. Clouds thick with rain that couldn’t pour. Something was building up in the water Something was building up in the rain. We were only holding out for nothing,

by Blackbird Raum on album False Weavers

The wolves were thinning in skins sheep had known they were living in. The wolves were thinning in skins, hunger coming to know them again I don’t fucking believe this. I just want to go home. Y

by Blackbird Raum on album False Weavers

Terrified women are flooding the offices One’s leg is crushed beneath a heavy iron gate People are vanishing leaving only their shoes Unanswered texts silhouettes burned into the wall Legion

by Blackbird Raum on album False Weavers

Come to take water And don’t get away. Bringing in medals and flags to hang From the east, saddled burglary. This is life under the moon. Commander makes home with Sand Creek Weavers, fals

by Blackbird Raum on album False Weavers

I’ve got a funny feeling, that this is really it You work until you’re barely there or eat until you’re sick I know there must be more than this, and knowing it’s the worst I think there mu