The Fever Room
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โฑ๏ธ 3:07 duration
๐ ID: 17737552
๐ Lyrics
Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia
Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia
Praying at the altar
Of not enough
The voices inside me
Are listless and numb
Bells chime like a siren
Bone bends with a knock
The fever room opens
I enter, it locks
Lit by black candle sticks
Ashen wicks
Incense fills the lungs with
Acrid smog and shit
The choir is coughing
The sermon's begun
Despair at what I've become
Anhedonia
A procession of slitted wrist
Eucharist
Bleeds to the beat
Of an old battered drum
The instruments brought out
Detuned and unstrung
Sing softly the silent song
Anhedonia
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:36.00] Praying at the altar
[00:38.49] Of not enough
[00:40.37] The voices inside me
[00:42.78] Are listless and numb
[00:45.17] Bells chime like a siren
[00:47.22] Bone bends with a knock
[00:49.32] The fever room opens
[00:52.07] I enter, it locks
[00:54.37] Lit by black candle sticks
[00:56.84] Ashen wicks
[00:58.67] Incense fills the lungs with
[01:00.81] Acrid smog and shit
[01:03.06] The choir is coughing
[01:05.18] The sermon's begun
[01:07.56] Despair at what I've become
[01:10.55] Anhedonia
[01:12.14] A procession of slitted wrist
[01:14.74] Eucharist
[01:16.30] Bleeds to the beat
[01:18.48] Of an old battered drum
[01:20.94] The instruments brought out
[01:23.39] Detuned and unstrung
[01:25.44] Sing softly the silent song
[01:28.58] Anhedonia
[01:30.72]
[02:07.11] Praying at the altar
[02:09.76] Of not enough
[02:11.65] The voices inside me
[02:13.77] Are listless and numb
[02:16.13] Bells chime like a siren
[02:18.35] Bone bends with a knock
[02:20.64] The fever room opens
[02:23.03] I enter, it locks
[02:25.44] Lit by black candle sticks
[02:28.10] Ashen wicks
[02:29.60] Incense fills the lungs with
[02:31.81] Acrid smog and shit
[02:34.23] The choir is coughing
[02:36.34] The sermon's begun
[02:38.60] Despair at what I've become
[02:41.49] Anhedonia
[02:43.37] A procession of slitted wrist
[02:46.25] Eucharist
[02:47.51] Bleeds to the beat
[02:49.63] Of an old battered drum
[02:52.05] The instruments brought out
[02:54.47] Detuned and unstrung
[02:56.60] Sing softly the silent song
[02:59.78] Anhedonia
[03:02.01]
[00:38.49] Of not enough
[00:40.37] The voices inside me
[00:42.78] Are listless and numb
[00:45.17] Bells chime like a siren
[00:47.22] Bone bends with a knock
[00:49.32] The fever room opens
[00:52.07] I enter, it locks
[00:54.37] Lit by black candle sticks
[00:56.84] Ashen wicks
[00:58.67] Incense fills the lungs with
[01:00.81] Acrid smog and shit
[01:03.06] The choir is coughing
[01:05.18] The sermon's begun
[01:07.56] Despair at what I've become
[01:10.55] Anhedonia
[01:12.14] A procession of slitted wrist
[01:14.74] Eucharist
[01:16.30] Bleeds to the beat
[01:18.48] Of an old battered drum
[01:20.94] The instruments brought out
[01:23.39] Detuned and unstrung
[01:25.44] Sing softly the silent song
[01:28.58] Anhedonia
[01:30.72]
[02:07.11] Praying at the altar
[02:09.76] Of not enough
[02:11.65] The voices inside me
[02:13.77] Are listless and numb
[02:16.13] Bells chime like a siren
[02:18.35] Bone bends with a knock
[02:20.64] The fever room opens
[02:23.03] I enter, it locks
[02:25.44] Lit by black candle sticks
[02:28.10] Ashen wicks
[02:29.60] Incense fills the lungs with
[02:31.81] Acrid smog and shit
[02:34.23] The choir is coughing
[02:36.34] The sermon's begun
[02:38.60] Despair at what I've become
[02:41.49] Anhedonia
[02:43.37] A procession of slitted wrist
[02:46.25] Eucharist
[02:47.51] Bleeds to the beat
[02:49.63] Of an old battered drum
[02:52.05] The instruments brought out
[02:54.47] Detuned and unstrung
[02:56.60] Sing softly the silent song
[02:59.78] Anhedonia
[03:02.01]