It's about watching somebody die and coping with the fallout.
lyrics
I see the ashes and I see the dust and the framework of history left out to rust. I see the tree line erupting in hellfire vile and brushed over souls of the world’s pyre. I see the tear drops with each cloud of ice you exhale in the sunlight its fading just right tonight. I see you shiver and I see the words fall flat, I see you hanging on hanging on hanging on and I’ve heard this one before.
Echo off the branch, a second off the leaf. The third imprinted on my ear drum, drumming the hard way home. Stop me when it doesn’t feel right. Soon you won’t feel a thing under the stare of our shadows, chasing us through the drift. And does the numb hand read in these towers of white wind spinning in our steps? Does a numb ear hear the words?
It’s getting cold, it’s getting late, trading in my body for heartbeats to watch it tick away, watch it fly away.
Soon you won’t feel a thing under the stare of our shadows, chasing us through the drift.
Echo off the branch, a second off the leaf. The third imprinted on my ear drum, drumming the hard way home.
Stop me when it doesn’t feel right. Soon you won’t feel a thing under the stare of our shadows chasing us through the drift.
Echo off the branch, a second off the leaf, the third imprinted on my ear drum, drumming the hard way home.
Stop me when it doesn’t feel right. Soon you won’t feel a thing under the stare of our shadows, chasing us through the drift. And does the numb hand read in these towers of white wind spinning in our steps? Does a numb ear hear the words?
I see the tear drops with each cloud of ice you exhale in the sunlight its fading just right tonight. I see you shiver and I see you hanging on hanging on hanging on...I see you letting go.
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023