They're here, pill-mill, thrown doors
dollar bill, nosebleed, into the mouth.
Drip
scary how everything shakes
I'm staying dead awake
forever
I think there's not enough words
to make thoughts into your language
Oh, those around all can see
there's a tell around my mouth
I'm chalk white speaking
In the end I shiver alone
pretending there was once a point
That something left was something good....
I cycle - scattered.
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