Wormwood

Lyrics

Behind the wormwood leaves Hide your left foot for it Is the curse that breaks your beautiful Beautiful, precious one We protect our secrets With smokescreens and in turn They make our dreams more like Hollywood Hollywood, restless one And I won't be the first To find that blood tastes good Heads are rolling past the silverware Roasting bodies in the oven air And I won't be the first We bind our heirlooms in Mahogany for it Runs straighter than any tale we rune Tale we rune, wretched one One day we cease to be Leave the forest belie The soil we learned to love, moth to fire Moth to fire, hollow one And I won't be the first To find that blood tastes good Amber-trapped in things we thought were there All this time we stood still in thin air And I won't be the first