We stare at bodies
That don't belong to us
The taste of her misery
Attachment was unjust.
The constant struggle of skin stretching, breaking
As wolves were aching
Watching from below
Sore jaws from tasting what surrounds you.
The constant struggle of skin stretching, breaking
As wolves were aching
Watching from below
Sore jaws from tasting what surrounds you.
When I open my eyes there are wildfires
I got nothing left to give and got nothing to hide
I just wish we'd stolen these empires
Can't you see, can't you see it's because of the times.
Can't you see me right here?
A concept of a ghost titled memories
So sick of hiding here
I'm lost in what seems to be my fear.
Suffocating I gain a new retrospect.
To understand, is a toxic dialect
I've stood beside the churches bells
Lost friends fall to it's swells.
Stigmata is seen
a faith in a god
Is not all what it seems
When I open my eyes there are wildfires
I got nothing left to give and got nothing to hide
I just wish we'd stolen these empires
Can't you see, can't you see it's because of the times.
Can't you see me right here?
I concept of a ghost titled memories
So sick of hiding here
I'm lost in what seems to be my fear.
Separation is like falling in line
Not knowing who's in front
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019