Isekai Accidental Spirals by Claude Glass Lyrics
Stumbling down the dark and grey
Against the grain, the red slips away
A familiar scene
Once upon a drunken dream
Traced the crooked trail
And fought the demons tooth and nail
Is this where the colour bled to?
Mixed to white with faint outlines
Is this the place I’ve longed for
Dazed and numb is nothing to be done?
Rehearsing scripts in my head for monologues scribbled down
“With haste”, self said, “Before the curtains tumble and suffocate”
Between, in-between, sandwiched in, choice or fate
Quiet nights, frayed ends, four walls, net and bait
Caught in the seconds’ swell, tick away like little drunk spells
Gnawing away at this cell
Spiral, spiral, spiraling down this well
Drink me down, sin and absinthe, down
Absent-minded prints left on the cement deep underground
What marks do these whispers leave?
How far will these voices reach?
Will they burn upon my touch or would I only begin to combust?
Ash and dust trickle downstream
Down the scrawled landscapes and scratched figurines
Ash and dust scatter in the wind
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Against the grain, the red slips away
A familiar scene
Once upon a drunken dream
Traced the crooked trail
And fought the demons tooth and nail
Is this where the colour bled to?
Mixed to white with faint outlines
Is this the place I’ve longed for
Dazed and numb is nothing to be done?
Rehearsing scripts in my head for monologues scribbled down
“With haste”, self said, “Before the curtains tumble and suffocate”
Between, in-between, sandwiched in, choice or fate
Quiet nights, frayed ends, four walls, net and bait
Caught in the seconds’ swell, tick away like little drunk spells
Gnawing away at this cell
Spiral, spiral, spiraling down this well
Drink me down, sin and absinthe, down
Absent-minded prints left on the cement deep underground
What marks do these whispers leave?
How far will these voices reach?
Will they burn upon my touch or would I only begin to combust?
Ash and dust trickle downstream
Down the scrawled landscapes and scratched figurines
Ash and dust scatter in the wind
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be
Nothing left to be, nothing left to be