Unrequited (live) / Tunnel of Trees – DEAFHEAVEN

From Deafheaven’s debut album Roads to Judah (2011).

Bowing to a monolith of grief Obsessing over discord Daydreaming of nights That led my staggering steps to nowhere

Bathing in the Summer night’s cold And in the black of night I feel so old

I feel so worn, quartered, and torn Hung from the post Where my brothers once sung Cut from the tie Where my sanity binds

Hung from the post Where my brothers once sung Cut from the tie Where my sanity binds

Stuck in Winter’s Hell With just you in mind Waiting in the cold Where we hide behind

I can’t move on Because I can’t shed the weight of myself I can’t move on Because I can’t shed the weight of myself There is no such thing as The past, present, or future There just is And it never goes away

I thought about you For the rest of the day Catching my head Turning to find you again I hated myself for it I hated myself I hated myself for it I hated myself I hated myself for it I hated myself I hated myself I hated myself

Barren, first, the golden nest The budding breast Bloated with mystical, imaginary potential that pause in glory with thoughts of ghost, fled. The ebbing, unknown wound.

The disfigured prison of resonant debauchery; seeping through cracks corroded with mold.

Blissfully ignorant insanity. Misled prayers for sunshine in the hopeless, godless cathedral of rapid time. Like a tsunami of death, a roaring river of blood, drowning the life out of all that was good.