The Collector (feat. Nikki Simmons of Stay the Night) Lyrics & Tabs by Ana Kefr
The Collector (feat. Nikki Simmons of Stay the Night)
guitar chords lyrics
Writhing somber in my dissociation. Cold comes the theophany, the sobering
vantage point wherein my life transmutes into all life. And the hard fact is
that we are all so small. So insignificant, as insects in one vast taxonomical
display. And so it ends*
“Behold the bone orchards, the mortal remains of memory. The vanity of moss
stones bearing eroded inscriptions, as taxa labels and their descriptions.”
As we are primed for burial, meticulous to give the semblance of life, we
clip the tips of wings and let the scales of dust cascade. At last, we are
dressed for our deaths, fit to be pinned in our final exhibition.
“This one was a soldier, caught in the killing jar mid-flight. This one was
just a child, trapped before it developed wings. This one was caught while
sleeping, but it will never be known. And this one was never even born.”
And it’s no matter how great or small our lives are. We will all end in
that box.
Death is the collector, our lives but a collection of leaves falling from
And it’s no matter how great or small our lives are. We will all end in
that box.
Death is the collector, our lives but a collection of leaves falling from
The Burial Tree.
