Using brainless motion to cope
With what you’re too afraid to say
The rest is silence
My mind left my body
But not once invited you to stay
You’re etched in my skin
The mask you live in
Can’t hide your dead eyes
My body is broken
But you pay no price
Take solace in the fact that
Most slip into silence
As soundless screams invade
Already deafened ears
In that single moment
Time slows to a crawl
Fall into a nightmare
Defy attempts of persuasion
In this world
Hope is removed
Doubt. Suspicion. Liar.
You manipulated
Making me feel the truth
Is hallucination
The battle within your own mind
Will be replayed
A haunting pain over shadowed by the purest hate.
Try to hold onto my sanity.
But it slips through my fingers like sand (slips through my fingers like sand)
Silence gripping cold nightmares
You’re etched in my skin.
(Slips through my fingers like sand)
supported by 11 fans who also own “Repent, the End is Extremely Fucking Nigh”
This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
supported by 7 fans who also own “Repent, the End is Extremely Fucking Nigh”
If you enjoyed this but prefer cleaner production, check out their newer full-length "Auto". On the other hand, if you want it harsher/faster, I believe Meghan was previously the singer of Oakland hardcore band Punch: https://punchcrew.bandcamp.com/album/punch-loma-prieta-split Art Fin