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lyrics
locked behind
the sputtering static wall
apply solution
and claw out my eyes
stagger due north
with dried-blood mask
glued upon my face
i am not your prey
your hunters call in vain
cover every trail
chase me down for years
wand'ring aimlessly
lay my head on the leaves
digits pressed into my wounds
shaking on my knees
the only sympathetic touch
ive felt in whole a year
confusion overwhelms as the erotic warmth sets in
these are not your hands
this is not your blood
this is not your face
heart remains intact
fresh red painting on the tree stump
i dare you to come find me
rotting flesh waiting at the bus stop
not even hiding
fucking myself when i get home
nearly dying really gets me worked up
i know just the thing to make your heart stop
you dont wanna come round here
razor teeth that rip and tear
new form menacing over you
made me realize this wasted life
jammed in my mind
like a tetanus knife
would not wish it on anyone else
alive with directive
and bags full of nails
i will always come back to this album. turn it on, close my eyes, focus on nothing but this. can't precisely explain it but everything about it cuts me to my core. Leah Tiesma
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019