In the end of it all
There's no chance of being
Another you or me, still we're trying
To be so different from all, we forget ourselves
Our closest, my friend. We're slipping away.
Before the end, there's
so much at stake.
In the future's aim.
The things we hold
close We're giving away.
To time and it's pace.
Away.
Bleeding from the heart and soul.
Leaving nothing in our bowls.
Searching answers south to north.
The compass only points at gold.
In the light of the sun
There's no certainty
That burning fire will stay.
Before the end, there's
too much at stake.
For us to throw it away.
The things we hold
close We're giving away.
To time and its haste.
Away.
Bleeding from the heart and soul.
Leaving photos in our homes.
Searching answers south to north.
The compass only points at gold.
When you see them go,
them leaving this world.
You'll realize how much you've lost.
Only in dreams you see them, but your tongue won't let you.
Speak out your mind or whatever's on you.
You fall.
You fall back in, into the sky of ours.
Down to earth, our home where
the living are born in darkness.
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Unbelieveable how these guys grew so big so quick, you think? Think further I say and bang my head off to their crushingly heavy brand of symphonic deathcore. And they deliver this live as well and hopefully are going to wreck metal venues near you soon - and ruin your neck oc. They earned everything they got. mourner
Scalding lo-fi metal from RodtGod that puts a premium on immediacy and brutality, with terrifically bracing results. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2022