Eb Dead eyesDm Cm I only call you when you're in my dreamsEb Died too youngDm Cm The culling then, it was obsceneEb Dm Cm I am depleted by loveEb Gm Cm I am depleted by loveEb Dm Cm I’ll never tell the secrets of my familyEb Bled outDm Cm A cult of anonymityEb Dm Cm The kettle is wheeling, my loveEb Dm Cm Riding on the back of a hell they causedEb One ear to the groundDm Cm One eye on the roomEb My tongue on your pulseDm Cm My finger in your woundCm Gm Eb Db Cm Gm Eb CmCm Db Eb Bbm Cm Sweet Dead Eyes, i long to hear you againCm Db Eb Bbm Cm Sweet Dead Eyes, I long to see your faceCm Db Eb Bbm Cm Sweet Dead Eyes, I long for that illustrious hissCm Db Eb Bb Sweet Dead Eyes, I know you feel itEb Dm CmEb Dm CmEb No turning backDm Cm “Only god knows what we’re headed for”Eb The flowers bloomDm Cm The sun risesEb FluxDm HissDm WeltCm Groan
The Culling
Chelsea Wolfe
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