Black Hole Cities Songtext
von Foxblood

Rake me over the coals
I hope you got a good price for your soul
Your soul
I′m high on hubris
First class for foreign Icarus
Shit rolls downhill from the tops of the pyramids
Low tide, you better believe you're along for the ride
Sorely lacking empathy, and you′ve caught me in a mood this time
Into the depths of the rabbit holes, we dive and we dive
Chemistry on a kill switch
Settle down, settle down
Settle down for a life of old tropes, hope you don't wind up alone
Looks like that's in my future, but for my brittle, wilted bones
The coop′s flown from the funeral home
I dug deep and came up empty, though I′m brand new tomorrow
Talking in tangents, kissing in corners, and I'm forced to wonder
If we′re going to grieve
When we pack up and leave these black hole cities
Lust for domestic bliss, or wilful ignorance
But I'm coming to realise that perhaps it′s a myth


So, we could watch each other grow old or unfold
Or we could set it all on fire, slip away in the cold
Talking in tangents, kissing in corners, and I'm forced to wonder
If we′re going to grieve when we pack up leave these black hole cities
I won't hang around like the black cloud that follows me
And it's never easy
When I′m chemically dreaming to leave
The bellows, the rapture
The fault line, the fracture
Black market clean blood
I′m just asking that you rake me over the coals
I hope you got a good price on your soul
The tempest, the panic
The silence, the static
Drunk on the bad days and high when I'm manic
Rake me over the coals, I′d be better off as a ghost
Rake me over the coals, I hope you got a good price on your soul
Rake me over the coals, I'd be better off as a ghost
Rake me over the coals, I hope you got a good price for your soul
Your soul
Talking in tangents, kissing in corners, and I′m forced to wonder
If we're going to grieve
When we pack up and leave these black hole cities