Lyrics

I brace myself, the winter's coming in It looks like death and smells like cinnamon The owls, faun and poisonous flora Monotony, monopoly and cruft Don't drown again, oblivion Don't drown again, oblivion Don't drown again, oblivion Don't drown again, oblivion I lose myself in Euro television I practice isms in new languages I grow my hairs and beards down to the floors I lock all six deadbolts on wooden doors Don't drown again, oblivion Don't drown again, oblivion Don't drown again, oblivion Don't drown again, oblivion