Cuckoo Spitting Blood Lyrics by Anathallo
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Oh, night set on when I fell down
In the corner of the field.
Cuckoo, I too sang,
Spit the blood of welling thoughts.

Waking with a hundred grains.
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.
I could not face you.

Since I don't know my father,
I won't be a son.
In morning when words rise up
Like the echo of a stone axe,
Some demon in me wants to rise up
And walk away.

When I am alone in the day.
At night when I am going without clothes
I see your knees where I would sit,
The purple chair,
Golden trim hedged 'round.

I hid myself underneath my father
With the robes of a son.
In the morning when words rose up
Like the echo of a stone axe.
Some demon in me crawled out
And ran away.

I remember when I took the gifts
Asking you for everything,
Throw your name in the well.
I sink, and sink.

Sink.
Oh, night set on when I fell down   In the corner of the field.   Cuckoo, I too sang,   Spit the blood of welling thoughts.      Waking with a hundred grains.   Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.   I could not face you.      Since I don't know my father,   I won't be a son.   In morning when words rise up   Like the echo of a stone axe,   Some demon in me wants to rise up   And walk away.      When I am alone in the day.   At night when I am going without clothes   I see your knees where I would sit,   The purple chair,   Golden trim hedged 'round.      I hid myself underneath my father   With the robes of a son.   In the morning when words rose up   Like the echo of a stone axe.   Some demon in me crawled out   And ran away.      I remember when I took the gifts   Asking you for everything,   Throw your name in the well.   I sink, and sink.      Sink.