Harem Void from Vows by Our Brother The Native

Overdosed heaving on the floorboards in the valleys of seasons.
A caretaker knelt beside me, the cracked unkind.
I clung to the legs of a new angelic divine.
I turn to dust slowly adrift over the grey Alps.
While my skull scalped, wreaked havoc and splendor, I cannot love what I cannot have.

And without you, I’m pulled apart at all ends.
All I have is the sounds of rooms that these were made in.

I cannot love what I cannot have.

I would rather die starving in this ever-lasting hymn.
Please release me for I know I have sinned.
Why do I long for what I cannot have?

And without you, I’m pulled apart at all ends.
All I have is the sounds of rooms that these were made in.

• Emo
• Experimental
• Jazz
• Orchestral
• R&B
• math rock
• Detroit