I have a disease
It creeps it’s way throughout my limbs
Like an open wound
That wasnt meant to mend
My mind leaves me wide awake
This feeling of emptiness
is caused from my mistakes
Steel runs cold
Gold runs hot
Down my throat
Pain is numbing
But I can feel it all
Pull me out
from underneath the carpet
I’ve become good friends
with the lint that resides in my pockets
The holes in the walls have become my home
I'm addicted to substance
it’s something
I can never recover from
Steel runs cold
Gold runs hot
Down my throat
Pain is numbing
I can feel it all
When I try to fix the way I am
I can’t see past my skin
It’s who I am, I swear to god
Not who I want to be
I try to fix the way I am
I can’t see past my skin
It’s who I am, I swear to god
I swear to god
I’m just a memory
I’m just a memory
I’m just a memory
of who I once was
Pull myself aside
Tell myself that I’ll be just fine
I'm waking up
I've filled my cup
With who I am now
A post-hardcore megalith from the UK: churning guitars, spacey arrangements, and explosive vocals both screamed and sung. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2019
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