Ritual from Brutalism by Brutalism

I have had my fill
Grant me a world another
Writings on the floor
Light up
Lights out

I see black birds
Gathered outside on the cistern
I hear people
Roaming inside of the steeple

I don’t really know what I saw
I pull myself up through the door
A mirror is an eye to another
Somewhere that I’ve never been before

I see black birds
Gathered outside on the cistern
I hear people
Roaming inside of the steeple
I hear secrets
I hear secrets
Secrets
Secrets

I am fueled by the other
What’s this I feel
Like my whole life’s been another
I feel I feel

I see black birds
Gathered outside on the cistern
I hear people
Roaming inside of the steeple
I hear secrets
I hear secrets
Secrets
Secrets

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