The girl on stage's face is smiles
all along the long, raised, plain white lines.
Her eyes come out come down on mine.
It's a long and hard way down.
It's all right.
Blood Collector.
Up in room two seven eight on ice
with a blur across your face and eyes,
we're going to watch an escalator climb.
It's a dark and dirty place.
We're fine.
Flood Collector.
What was what you said?
I said you were right.
Are there swallows?
Are there are swans at night?
Does a sharpened, dried-up sun climb
across the city like a crocodile?
Love Collector.
The face on stage looks eight or nine,
diamonds in her teeth and metal eyes
and we're going to watch a heavy cloud fall down
From a sky all bright,
all light,
all fire.
Sun Collector.
Like raindrops on the radial tires,
like airdrops, all the airwave fliers,
with our brains so hot they're spitting fire,
with our hands sunk in that pool of light,
are going to watch a sleeping, breathing cloud come down
through a sky all fire.
Blood Collector.

Lyrics submitted by Kozumou

Blood Gatherer song meanings
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