Never did I think the dust would be so thick Upon the ground, and a second skin Not worth it to keep walking on I'll just sink to the bottom of my suffering with no attempt to swim. What's left of her is about what's left of me The earth, the sky, the world it bleeds Everything is on fire And what isn't has already burned So foreign to me, everything that used to be. I deserve these tears brought on by the pain that resides in the portrait of death that storms through my open eyes
This is all alien As am I
Cities for craters Air for poison My pale blue dot Turning red and molten
I had an astronaut's view watching it all I had an astronaut's view to witness the fall
(solo)
No glory in my expiration My species destroyed the Earth The planet we called home Is now an eternal hearse
I could have circled above until death But I was drawn to the surface to take my last breaths My suit is warning me that I have little oxygen left Pop the clasps, twist and lift
I'll end up being reduced to ash Along with everything else Part of a hell that hadn't risen. Instead unleashed by ourselves A man made hell.
This album being played over the PA system at the museum where Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory" is housed is what caused the faces of the clocks in the painting to melt. meeko
Another seamless blend of extreme genres from Stortregn. Killer riffs, tasty basslines, and lots of fun tech influences in the composition and instrumentation make this an absolute banger front to back. Facepalming Panda
A beautiful journey from start to finish, with perfectly placed moments of gentility amidst the rhythmic intrigue and blast beats of their guest drummer. jsteadmanfan