Aura on an Asylum Wall - Kayo Dot

Almost condescending it looks on from inside

I feel strong, this day will never wither!

In sorcery is my most ancient thought

And I thought the sorcerer was right

It creeps behind a dusty mirror

They, in an attic I dreamt of once

Flow through me again, wrathful one

I feel strong!

Throw the tapestry o’er the oracles!

Belong to me innocence…

The shears cut cleaner than a child’s first sin

I chose the grave in blasphemous

It fell away a hundred times before

But orisons scratched veiled glass

«Though art I,» says cast away

And I am in an attic

I feel weak, this night will never bloom!

I am I — now you’re mine, my c*nting child