Thoughts creep to bag my head
tie my ankles bind my hands
make my sternum clap
as I walk the plank, I skip into the river
Bound, broken, nothing can bring me
Further from here.
The bottom is the bottom; lower ground is gone
if I keep my head, the thoughts will lose.
Seams give.
When the bitter taints your tongue
and the lights blind your eyes
it will silently move around you
and settle into the dark
YOU'RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT WHEN YOU WAKE
you can trust me on that.
You can try to run, but it'll grab at your ankles
and drag you to its den
once you fall.
I've drowned in my use again
covered in gashes from what I’ve done
some things you can never put down
Bleeding out, bleeding out, bleeding out, bleeding out.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Give Way to Shadow (Relapse)”
Very FLA-centric though Cevin’s contributions do shine brightly as well. A worthy successor to the much more minimal Tenebrae Vision, and one of the best albums in the genre so far this year. Jean-Paul DuQuette