Fluidly stringing teeth through thankless hands, flesh will rebuild
in the heart of misdirection i continue to crawl through relevance, flesh will rebuild
and i continue to breathe through the hole in my throat, flesh will rebuild
this patience is a virtue, this patience is a curse, this patience will be the death of me
the mental loss of empathy, the selling of toxic energy, am i worth this empty crowd?
this patience is a virtue, this patience is a curse, this patience will be the death of me
an yet, feed on the mental scraps of dead minds while we sing to emptiness
Dreamy gothgaze with necessary tension, energy, rhythm & hooks. All proceeds benefit Oakland fire relief efforts til 12/13. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2016