IN CONVERSATION: Dylan Desmond of Je Est Un Autre and Bell Witch
Black milk of daybreak we drink it come evening.
Black milk of daybreak we drink it come evening.
Entrails of the God Machine.
They greet you by singing of ancestors and earth.
On judgement day, do you know where you’ll stand?
I feel your warmth, but I evade it.
Love is like hunger when you’re dying of thirst
In empty spaces, the veins swell bright.
Piled in a corner // Everything we are
I said that everything would be okay but that’s a lie.