wake in the morning and smell the cinnamon
i can't believe you'd be my friend again
i go to work and smell the chemicals
the smell is sweet but i feel that this love is abysmal
get home at 4, lay down on the floor
alone in my room, i hear the boom.
i finally woke up
and at best, this is a simple mess
it's 9 on the dot, cut scene to a gathering
space filled cups, erase the place to trace my face
and i
i cant seem to unstick the sound
from my ears
and i
i cant seem to unstick the straight simple sounds
from my ears
it's friday night
cut scene to a gathering
space filled cups
it's 9 on the dot
cut scene to a gathering
and fumble at every handshake
can't stop feeling it
keep my eyes down
can't stop hearing it
i plug my ears in
you don't deserve shit
entitled reveries
appalling who restores
spark the thoughts if there are means to make it
The Philly trio have been making technical but not impenetrable instrumental metal for nearly two decades. Their latest shreds, of course. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 8, 2016