MagicK (ultra-slowcore cover)

Suit back of the rack Suit flap not drack I sit on my throne with my queen in braids I can do this one on my own, I don’t need no mage Magic in the air magic in page Magic is my music blisterkitten sage Mister master copy is on him beat Mister magic floppy sick released Soot‑black in the sackcloth, stitch‑mark on the sleeve Sigil in the seams where the vowels still breathe Rag‑crown crooked in the dusk‑lit keep Rune‑dust drifting where the night‑birds sleep Back‑bend of the branch where the myth unhooks Crack‑print scripture in the half‑burnt books Ash‑tongue chanting in the split‑grain wood Mask‑made monarch doing more than he should Unshorn unicorn in the thorn‑born glade Ink‑horn dripping in the oath I made Four‑fold lattice in the throat‑song spun Chord‑warp humming where the weave‑stacks run Mage‑less monarch with the braid‑queen near Page‑less prophet with the smoke‑struck ear Craft‑born cadence in the off‑beat feast Spell‑torn banquet for the myth‑released And the suit stays back on the rack, untouched And the flap stays flat where the fate got clutched And the rope of unknowns keeps twisting east And the magic you carry is the magic you keep. Suit back of the rack Suit flap not drack I sit on my throne with my queen in braids I can do this one on my own, I don’t need no mage Magic in the air magic in page Magic is my music blisterkitten sage Mister master copy is on him beat Mister magic floppy sick released Soot‑black in the sackcloth, stitch‑mark on the sleeve Sigil in the seams where the vowels still breathe Rag‑crown crooked in the dusk‑lit keep Rune‑dust drifting where the night‑birds sleep Back‑bend of the branch where the myth unhooks Crack‑print scripture in the half‑burnt books Ash‑tongue chanting in the split‑grain wood Mask‑made monarch doing more than he should Unshorn unicorn in the thorn‑born glade Ink‑horn dripping in the oath I made Four‑fold lattice in the throat‑song spun Chord‑warp humming where the weave‑stacks run Mage‑less monarch with the braid‑queen near Page‑less prophet with the smoke‑struck ear Craft‑born cadence in the off‑beat feast Spell‑torn banquet for the myth‑released And the suit stays back on the rack, untouched And the flap stays flat where the fate got clutched And the rope of unknowns keeps twisting east And the magic you carry is the magic you keep. Suit back of the rack Suit flap not drack I sit on my throne with my queen in braids I can do this one on my own, I don’t need no mage Magic in the air magic in page Magic is my music blisterkitten sage Mister master copy is on him beat Mister magic floppy sick released Soot‑black in the sackcloth, stitch‑mark on the sleeve Sigil in the seams where the vowels still breathe Rag‑crown crooked in the dusk‑lit keep Rune‑dust drifting where the night‑birds sleep Back‑bend of the branch where the myth unhooks Crack‑print scripture in the half‑burnt books Ash‑tongue chanting in the split‑grain wood Mask‑made monarch doing more than he should Unshorn unicorn in the thorn‑born glade Ink‑horn dripping in the oath I made Four‑fold lattice in the throat‑song spun Chord‑warp humming where the weave‑stacks run Mage‑less monarch with the braid‑queen near Page‑less prophet with the smoke‑struck ear Craft‑born cadence in the off‑beat feast Spell‑torn banquet for the myth‑released And the suit stays back on the rack, untouched And the flap stays flat where the fate got clutched And the rope of unknowns keeps twisting east And the magic you carry is the magic you keep. Suit back of the rack Suit flap not drack I sit on my throne with my queen in braids I can do this one on my own, I don’t need no mage Magic in the air magic in page Magic is my music blisterkitten sage Mister master copy is on him beat Mister magic floppy sick released Soot‑black in the sackcloth, stitch‑mark on the sleeve Sigil in the seams where the vowels still breathe Rag‑crown crooked in the dusk‑lit keep Rune‑dust drifting where the night‑birds sleep Back‑bend of the branch where the myth unhooks Crack‑print scripture in the half‑burnt books Ash‑tongue chanting in the split‑grain wood Mask‑made monarch doing more than he should Unshorn unicorn in the thorn‑born glade Ink‑horn dripping in the oath I made Four‑fold lattice in the throat‑song spun Chord‑warp humming where the weave‑stacks run Mage‑less monarch with the braid‑queen near Page‑less prophet with the smoke‑struck ear Craft‑born cadence in the off‑beat feast Spell‑torn banquet for the myth‑released And the suit stays back on the rack, untouched And the flap stays flat where the fate got clutched And the rope of unknowns keeps twisting east And the magic you carry is the magic you keep. Suit back of the rack Suit flap not drack I sit on my throne with my queen in braids I can do this one on my own, I don’t need no mage Magic in the air magic in page Magic is my music blisterkitten sage Mister master copy is on him beat Mister magic floppy sick released Soot‑bla