Wolf & Bear’s “BELLADONNA” comes from their new record ‘Bloodletter’ — out now. Buy/stream at blueswan.lnk.to/Bloodletter.

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Lyrics:
Non stop drinking hemlock
When the flood wants what the storm brought
Feel the head rush, succumb to sway
Cannon fodder unless you turn away

Holding you back? What's holding you back?
Weight of your lies turn into pressure cracks
Forcing doors shut, never stay closed
When what you're hiding starts to decompose

Cast away pushed and shoved
Ask yourself stolen joy was there ever love?
Time will never slow, rivers cease flow
As above so below
Lost yourself in the void
Yeah, giving up control

Thought I told you can’t take it back
No not this time wont pay for that
Don’t wanna get up, I'm safe on the ground
Oh no the stone you cast will weigh you down

BLOODLETTER projecting, feeding and collecting
Nothing honest, pulling water from a well of lies
Are your eyes adjusting to what we are becoming?
Is it death that makes us feel alive?

Rotten harvest, bullshit artists all come up to bat
Never wanted your opinion, no one asked for that
Sell your soul lose control, can’t make eye contact
I don't want to be a victim in this aftermath

I'm trying not to get in my head,
These are the words that just need to be said
You're far above me talking like you love me
Would you even notice if I end up going missing

Oh girl, you think you forgot me
If it weighs you down cut it loose
Elevate, don’t make an excuse
You don’t wanna know what I've been through
I've lived so dishonest, not breaking my promise.

Oh yeah, you think you forgot me
If it weighs you down cut it loose
Elevate, don’t make an excuse
You don’t even know what I've been through
I've lived so dishonest, not breaking my promise.

Oh no, from the tip of your tongue, no kingdom you crown
Oh no, you change the world with just a sound

BLOODLETTER objecting, cowering, confessing
Must be honest, no more water, now the well’s run dry
Are your eyes adjusting to what we were becoming?
Death is proof that it was once alive.