Cuckoo Spitting Blood - Anathallo

Oh, night set on when I fell down

In the corner of the field

Cuckoo, I too sang

Spit the blood of welling thougohts

Waking with a hundred grains

Salt stains ringing 'round my legs

I could not face you

Since I don’t know my father

I won’t be a son

In morning when words rise up

Like the echo of a stone axe

Some demon in me wants to rise up

And walk away

When I am alone in the day

At night when I am going without clothes

I see your knees where I would sit

The purple chair

Golden trim hedged 'round

I hid myself underneath my father

With the robes of a son

In the morning when words rose up

Like the echo of a stone axe

Some demon in me crawled out

And ran away

I remember when I took the gifts

Asking you for everything

Throw your name in the well

I sink, and sink

Sink