Self-loathing, vain and narcissistic dreams rampant in my mind
Voices staged and falling into darkness
Curtains calling people leaving hope is fleeting children screaming
I am feeding on the memory of what is fucking lost
What a fucking joke, the soul. My body is not a temple it’s a fucking prison
Open the skies or dig a hole, not one difference does it make
Find the pulse beneath this shallow skin
This heart is caving in
I see the stars as distant as this concept of family
Crawl beneath the frozen soil, much warmer than the home I’m given
And I’m fucking slipping (I’m slipping away)
Sights set to oblivion, am I dead and gone yet?
It is long over due: I should mentioned how much I loved this album two years ago when I first heard it. Sludgy and doom ridden metal. Not to mention the grooviness that thing punches either. The real cherry on top is that these boys are getting the recognition they deserve with their recent signing to Relapse. JDMP