Mount Marcy
๐ต 1086 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:40 duration
๐ ID: 14596494
๐ Lyrics
Mount Marcy is growing sparse
She is the farce that I would like to tell
From the bottom of your well
Feel the bushes, brambles rambling
Ample sapling, suckling all the air
And the North from Marcy's hair
When my death-day comes
When my death-day numbs me
I shall become one
I shall become nothing
And something!
Something is the heaven-king for me!
Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are
Shadow-making over stilts we built
On the mountain's silt
Marcy, you're my fav'rite love!
Seventeen and freckled like a soul
To forget you would be so
Hard on me
Hard on me
Hard on me to cut you from my dream-range
But we shall become one
We shall become nothing
And something!
That something is the heaven-king for me!
Birds are chirping, you're usurping
Things that I would never want to tell
From the top of your landfill
Workers smoking, all evoking
Every county, full of filth and love
To which you're bound above
When my death-day comes
For certain, I'll be sorry
For all that I have done indoors
When outside sons were shining
Blinding! Binding!
Reminding me the heaven-king is one!
She is the farce that I would like to tell
From the bottom of your well
Feel the bushes, brambles rambling
Ample sapling, suckling all the air
And the North from Marcy's hair
When my death-day comes
When my death-day numbs me
I shall become one
I shall become nothing
And something!
Something is the heaven-king for me!
Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are
Shadow-making over stilts we built
On the mountain's silt
Marcy, you're my fav'rite love!
Seventeen and freckled like a soul
To forget you would be so
Hard on me
Hard on me
Hard on me to cut you from my dream-range
But we shall become one
We shall become nothing
And something!
That something is the heaven-king for me!
Birds are chirping, you're usurping
Things that I would never want to tell
From the top of your landfill
Workers smoking, all evoking
Every county, full of filth and love
To which you're bound above
When my death-day comes
For certain, I'll be sorry
For all that I have done indoors
When outside sons were shining
Blinding! Binding!
Reminding me the heaven-king is one!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.62] Mount Marcy is growing sparse
[00:26.45] She is the farce that I would like to tell
[00:32.75] From the bottom of your well
[00:38.28] Feel the bushes, brambles rambling
[00:41.87] Ample sapling, suckling all the air
[00:49.16] And the North from Marcy's hair
[00:53.67] When my death-day comes
[00:58.26] When my death-day numbs me
[01:05.52] I shall become one
[01:09.11] I shall become nothing
[01:17.35] And something!
[01:20.95] Something is the heaven-king for me!
[01:36.48] Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are
[01:40.05] Shadow-making over stilts we built
[01:47.39] On the mountain's silt
[01:51.92] Marcy, you're my fav'rite love!
[01:55.58] Seventeen and freckled like a soul
[02:01.93] To forget you would be so
[02:10.18] Hard on me
[02:11.95] Hard on me
[02:13.83] Hard on me to cut you from my dream-range
[02:21.07] But we shall become one
[02:24.77] We shall become nothing
[02:32.96] And something!
[02:36.56] That something is the heaven-king for me!
[03:11.26] Birds are chirping, you're usurping
[03:14.85] Things that I would never want to tell
[03:22.16] From the top of your landfill
[03:27.52] Workers smoking, all evoking
[03:31.29] Every county, full of filth and love
[03:37.53] To which you're bound above
[03:44.85] When my death-day comes
[03:48.54] For certain, I'll be sorry
[03:55.88] For all that I have done indoors
[04:00.33] When outside sons were shining
[04:07.62] Blinding! Binding!
[04:11.34] Reminding me the heaven-king is one!
[04:18.60]
[00:26.45] She is the farce that I would like to tell
[00:32.75] From the bottom of your well
[00:38.28] Feel the bushes, brambles rambling
[00:41.87] Ample sapling, suckling all the air
[00:49.16] And the North from Marcy's hair
[00:53.67] When my death-day comes
[00:58.26] When my death-day numbs me
[01:05.52] I shall become one
[01:09.11] I shall become nothing
[01:17.35] And something!
[01:20.95] Something is the heaven-king for me!
[01:36.48] Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are
[01:40.05] Shadow-making over stilts we built
[01:47.39] On the mountain's silt
[01:51.92] Marcy, you're my fav'rite love!
[01:55.58] Seventeen and freckled like a soul
[02:01.93] To forget you would be so
[02:10.18] Hard on me
[02:11.95] Hard on me
[02:13.83] Hard on me to cut you from my dream-range
[02:21.07] But we shall become one
[02:24.77] We shall become nothing
[02:32.96] And something!
[02:36.56] That something is the heaven-king for me!
[03:11.26] Birds are chirping, you're usurping
[03:14.85] Things that I would never want to tell
[03:22.16] From the top of your landfill
[03:27.52] Workers smoking, all evoking
[03:31.29] Every county, full of filth and love
[03:37.53] To which you're bound above
[03:44.85] When my death-day comes
[03:48.54] For certain, I'll be sorry
[03:55.88] For all that I have done indoors
[04:00.33] When outside sons were shining
[04:07.62] Blinding! Binding!
[04:11.34] Reminding me the heaven-king is one!
[04:18.60]