Creatures bred of instinct are born into this world
One by one they spread quickly, as quick as a fucking plague
Locusts in a frenzy could not leave such a scar
We have passed beyond a point worth saving
The sirens beckon me to my grave
Still the tide continues rising
Such wicked song for the wistful and the broken hearted
No solace found in the fleeting embrace, leaves one hurting
To endure yet another morning shamed and hollow
Thoughts always pull me down
Spreading quicker than a plague
Can't keep my head above the water
And still the tide continues rising
Such wicked song for the wistful and the broken hearted
No solace found in the fleeting embrace, leaves one hurting
To endure yet another morning shamed and hollow
Unplug me from this world
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024