Painted with feelings of jealousy and isolation.
Every song she sings brings tidings of consternation.
I have seen things that would make you fucking sick and think
about the drinks you thirst for.
What did she see in me?
I am ever eager.
Wanting.
I'm waiting for something, someone to help me.
I'm forever contemplating this choice.
Writing down my thoughts.
Painted with feelings of jealousy and isolation.
Every song she sings brings tidings of consternation.
I have seen things...
Tracing her finger tips with my eyes.
Silhouettes of second chances hang lifeless in the skies.
I have thought of things that would bring you to your fucking knees.
On the seas there sails a ship of broken memories.
A man overboard forever thirsting.
Break the hourglass, spill the sand and stop the silence.
Shatter the compass, gaze forward and be your guidance.
What did she see in me?
I am ever eager.
Wanting to quench this love lost with drowning in water.
Thirsting.
Clouds gather.
Rain is washing away the image of her face.
Her visage erased.
It's 2020 and it's been about a dozen years since I've had music make me feel this way. It's good, very good. Taking me back to the scene! Stephen Harrison
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022