The quick set fosters the shallow decree
As theatre panic flows within disease
The polished banner, the naked truth
The will to exit as pointing signs follow you
Cold inferno, Chiaroscuro…shot!
Kettle painted, moment tainted
Do you believe who you are?
A sinner…misplaced with arms raised in a hollow state
Will suffer the same small fate
I’m in the fortress…shackled with fine
Plucked out with forceps and basted in holy wine
In the fortress there’s no better time
To lean the columns into a straight line
And I’m so lost when I’m so tame
Everything seems cold when everything is the same
I want no more damage…what more can I do
Whole inside, mollified, touching me…is saving you
The nuance is yours to pack into the square
Another day another drying coat of laissez faire
Not done
Lost to my friends…tied to the end…not done seeking
All work and no play…I sit inside of the box all day
The sweetest sound you’d ever sold
The one with tempered advice
Yet she won’t laugh through disgrace
And it’s so easy for the world to buy and I’m
Another perfect fit in imperfect times
Filled with plastic components
Sun bleached, discontinued content
Eden lost its stride, foiled enterprise
Gone what I could see
Gone…what was left of me
Eden lost its stride, foiled enterprise
Gone the vision’s clean…born another dream
Still everybody will try to bind the weeds to break us down
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023