Earlking Songtext
Those twenty kids
Should be visiting colleges
And kissing in dim finished basements
Erlking
Stowed away on wooden ships
In the nightmares of the Calvinists
It waited
Masks shattered
Scorched lawns
The end times end
Should be visiting colleges
And kissing in dim finished basements
Erlking
Stowed away on wooden ships
In the nightmares of the Calvinists
It waited
Masks shattered
Scorched lawns
The end times end
We all sing along
One short verse
Thirteen bars
The force of fifty collapsing stars
I hear it
That thrum
Of inconceivable instruments
We’re well and truly fucked, my dear
The blank billboards still all lit up
Like windows to the tenth dimension
Therе is something
So much worse than the fеar of fear
Glimpsed in a dented metal restroom mirror
Then forgotten
Black forests
Small graves
It could have been any other way
That debt’s due
Take on more
We’ll still retire to golden shores He’s our man
Don’t ask why
Forget who he molests
He’s a hell of a guy
The kind you wanna crack a frosty beverage with
Neck in the back of his big car
That locket’s a portal
To an alien graveyard
And a barely-throttled sob
Masks shattered
Scorched lawns
The end times end
We all sing along
One short verse
Thirteen bars
The force of fifty collapsing stars
I hear it
That thrum
Of inconceivable instruments
No shelter
No shade
It could have been any other way
And it’s a little late to be afraid
It’s a little late
One short verse
Thirteen bars
The force of fifty collapsing stars
I hear it
That thrum
Of inconceivable instruments
We’re well and truly fucked, my dear
The blank billboards still all lit up
Like windows to the tenth dimension
Therе is something
So much worse than the fеar of fear
Glimpsed in a dented metal restroom mirror
Then forgotten
Black forests
Small graves
It could have been any other way
That debt’s due
Take on more
We’ll still retire to golden shores He’s our man
Don’t ask why
Forget who he molests
He’s a hell of a guy
The kind you wanna crack a frosty beverage with
Neck in the back of his big car
That locket’s a portal
To an alien graveyard
And a barely-throttled sob
Masks shattered
Scorched lawns
The end times end
We all sing along
One short verse
Thirteen bars
The force of fifty collapsing stars
I hear it
That thrum
Of inconceivable instruments
No shelter
No shade
It could have been any other way
And it’s a little late to be afraid
It’s a little late
