My body separates at the words.
No longer calming, this voice like arrows carves no name into bark endearingly.
It cleaves and martyrs where it touches and arrests each breath.
This life our hands shaped inflames and blisters like flesh around shrapnel,
smothering the memory.
I’ll wear the knives as they lay,
all there is of the absent touch,
there along my spine, like markers for graves that hold each memory.
I’ll wear the knives,
I’ll wear the arrows,
I’ll carry the shrapnel in my arms now empty.
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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