Behind the nerve of each thought
lies the harsh voice of another,
an invasive growth that speaks
with words that should be my own.
Where I step, where I lay,
where I peel back skin, I see only your face.
Hands laying mercy,
put sharpened edge to vein.
Pry teeth under skin and resect the touch
that withers and atrophies.
You will not thrive inside me,
where your breath falls
will be no cross I’ll bear.
I will do as I must to live so my spite survives.
You will not thrive inside me.
You will not contort and shape this life.
Malignant voice under tissue, with scalpel,
I tear you out.
My spite survives.
Every breath is remission.
Every breath is my revenge.
This one really goes deep. Tremendously heavy and bleak, yet crushingly groovy as well. You can easily see these guys destroying any venue they'd hit live with this. The heavy hitting slow to mid-tempo tunes are sort of tranceinducing. It's very easy to listen to it multiple times in a row or even get lost in it totally. mourner