Cancerous obstruction says I’m not alone
Want to qualify the feeling not enough to follow it home
I can’t sleep anymore though my life has grown tired
Afforded the weight of pending pages
Attached to my golden shrine
I can’t talk…fear wants to
Ornamental healing always fights it’s own
Holding bastardized feelings
Small enough to swallow it whole
I can’t sleep anymore still my life it grows tired
Born and raised in selfish ways
The past to graze in brilliant sunshine
I can’t talk…I can’t breathe
Thanks survives…though we try
Over and over we’re fastened to thoughts that we grieve
We hold the light when our world gets darker
We hold the light of a world so sick…When dead letters
Calm you out of everything the plaster starts to show
The blessed fall of misdirection is not the only one you know
You tap that feeling over ones you’re unsure
With a candle, coda, coddle, cup of coffee
Compromise occurs
And a world forgets to listen
Scrutinize the things that we think
Seems a part of the human condition
Scoffing down failure and hoarding the crumbs
As we sleep….
Still our world forgets to listen
Euthanize the things that they think
Crying wolf in a room full of beggars
New condition, new condition
There are no accidents and happenstance can’t be unmade
A vaulted lie had crawled out…burned slowly
And fell just like a star
They’ll turn it all against the one and only still crowned phony
We hold the light when our world grows darker
We hold the light on a world so sick
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