Gods In Broken Men Songtext - Howl

Gods In Broken Men - Howl

Old beast, wild dreams
Bribing nights, laying still
Dodging scarecrows smelling meat
Cackling cries of goblins in head

Our treasures aren't clean
Angels smile with brown teeth
Gold vessel, cold crown to wear

Coloring shadows
An ally, a back door friend
You serve the dust
You're wretched and sublime


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