Singed and licked, the devil’s tongue cleaned our wounds and sent us back to the line for more. I don’t feel anything anymore, I don’t hear you yelling through that burst of sunlight. The nerve is quiet now, lightning now, memory now.
Feels cold on the inside, wrinkled folds and dirty gold on the inside and dying on the inside doesn’t always look like weathered skin. The nerves go quiet now, like lightening now, a memory drowned.
Singed and licked, the devil’s tongue cleaned our wounds and sent us back to the line for more. I don’t feel anything anymore, I don’t hear you yelling through that burst of sunlight. The nerve is quiet now, lightning now, memory now.
Looks like heaven but it tastes like death and are they just the same? From the heartbeat in the morgue to the hard greeting north saying you’re not welcome, go. There isn’t always a way home, sometimes that road is closed. Stretched and bound, the nerve is quiet now, lightning now, memory now.
Singed and licked; the devil’s tongue cleaned our wounds and sent us back to the line for more. I don’t feel anything anymore, I can't hear you yelling through that burst of sunlight. The nerve is quiet now, lightning now, Frayed at the edges- ribbons of sanity shift with every twitch of the clock, every drift of the sand, every reach of the hand.
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