Weaving from モケマゾ by mokamazo

Enjoy the morning birds the doctor said
It's the last sound you'll hear before you're dead

Waking from a dream you thought wasn't real
The Sandman came to visit and threw you a bad deal
Eyeballs out of socket replaced by thread
Weaving an inscription for your tombstone once you're dead

Can't scream for help your breath's been stolen
and replaced by the tears of the fallen and the golden

The morning birds turn to crows that flock around to pluck
The meat and flesh you're dreaming on you weren't the best with luck
A dream you'll never wake from is a nightmare in the end
The Sandman came to visit there's no hope 'round the bend

Enjoy the morning birds the doctor said
It's the last sound you'll hear before you're dead

• Rock
• Romantic Psychedelia
• shoegaze rock
• Boston