Naked feet fall to the path I now must walk,
torn and avulsed from shards of what remain,
fractured from the memory.
No insect, no animal
has endured what I have done,
gnawing limb from snare to survive,
born of instinct (not of want).
This tattered spirit bows,
these broken hands let go.
I am not without fear,
as I have never known this world alone.
Hands shivering hold no shield
as I go into the world
beneath skies of starless night.
This tattered spirit bows,
these broken hands let go.
I surrender the ghost
of a life I no longer recall
beside the same of letting go.
I am the shard, I am the fracture.
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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