Your fire dies, dependent on the embers I provide. Shield your blaze from beads of sweat. No servant. No servant of mine, turn your back and flee. Bending over backwards to be sure we watched you leave. You are not owed more than the shoulders you have burdened. Contentment breeds in our disintegration like bitter pills digested by the sick. I wish you luck and hope you've found your medicine pray that it kills you quick. The chase has clouded your perception, beg to be buried in the sky.
Dependent on the embers I provide, your fire dies. The same mud buries both of us alive and still you search for different shades of dirt. Haunt Me Not what you need, we've been seduced by suffering in spite of separation.
Embedded in my head, the hallucination settles. If our memories don't drag their feet in dirt their steps can't be retraced. So we spin until we're sick, longing for the loss of balance. A fall that carries us from heaven to our grave. You haunt me like an empty home. Priceless possession, I bring you with me wherever I go. Wander through me, rearranging my insides in search of sleep.
So well rested, you forget to bring me with you when you leave. Punish my body for the things my soul has seen. I've been staring into sunlight counting backwards while the radiance blinds me. Flawed reflections will make themselves at home convincing us to walk barefoot through miles of broken mirrors.
Hollow out my body, I know you need somewhere to sleep. Change the locks on doors I've left open inside of me. Hollow out my body, I'm not what you need. In spite of separation, we have been seduced by suffering. Migrate as you may, swallowing your spare key for safekeeping.
Wander where you please inside of me. You haunt me. Swim Beneath My Skin How comforting it feels to breathe with hands around my neck. Sleepwalk your way around my arteries if you're restless. Dig through me. Swim beneath my skin in the precipitation I've graciously gathered. I won't let you drown inside me. Useless blood will fade like a dark cloud that has purged itself of rain. Humanity will bathe in our transparency.
Positioned over trenches, we allow our wounds to drain. Searching for a virgin conduit in vain. How comforting it feels to breath with your knees upon my chest. When consciousness disguises itself as paralysis. Positioned over trenches so we can purge ourselves of rain. Falling from our wounds through empty arteries, you are the blood that my heart bleeds.
Thieves There are no rewards for consuming the wounded. Starved for an easy kill, keep your hunger at bay. I will use your flesh to keep her warm. Your God would break character if he could for a chance to spit in your face. Guardian angels couldn't keep you safe from me.
With my last breath, I will strangle you to death with your own fucking hands. I will make my peace removing the arms of unrepentant thieves. Rope Portraits of hope reflecting off a blade that bears my name. Hanging inches from my head, there is no light bright enough to bring my shadow back to life. A presence that the fortunate weren't predisposed to feel. My seance of surrender will fall upon deaf ears. Promises I have disowned appear before me resembling the outline of my soul.
Unravel me, ever sentence makes me sick. Bound and abandoned by a noose that lifts me off my feet. Hanging like a halo overhead, I knew your rope was made for me. Fading, I fall backwards into the dust.
Positioned vertically, but a casket knows to catch me. Buried only waist-deep in the earth, we carve the fading features of our silhouettes into our coffin doors. Hope is a blade that bears my name. I knew your rope was made for me. A Memory Misread Don't adorn me like the dead. I deserve to look like myself once again. Suspend from the sky like ornaments. Nothing to no one, only memories misread.
I am a farewell that even heaven won't accept. Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can't forget. Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best. Separate me from a finished product like needle and thread. Translating words to portray the vacant pages they live in. A requiem worshipped for the pauses it contains. Praising not the essence but the meaningless remain.
Collecting shards from mirror images of me. I am no idol for the weak. Nothing to no one, a memory misread. Fragile Limbs Dissolving in small oceans. Responsible for concentrating currents to match a pulse in use that no longer exists. Resurfacing only when we're running out of air.
Apprehensive from our absent-heartedness. Spitting blood from confidence confessed. Inducing dreams in which we never met to rid myself of regret. We were a pair of fragile limbs, too weak to carry us to bed. Stretched so thin but somehow burning at both ends. Foreshadowing the pain of transferring dead weight, while we can barely stay awake. A self inflicted severance will seal our fate. Let it die. We had to let this die.
Dissolving in small oceans like the salt into our wounds. There are songs that are talking about change in a positive context and there are songs that are talking about change in a negative context. I went through a lot of changes, a lot of s in my life since Tragedy [Will Find Us] came out.
We lost our main songwriter. The vocals are very desperate-sounding, in a good way. It definitely took years and years of awful songs and miserable band practices, but we finally pulled it off. The end of the title track is very touching. That was sort of the goal. It sounds so miserable and the way the record ends so abruptly, I really like that.
We definitely trimmed a lot of fat and cut a lot of filler out of the record. Sign in.
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