Let's start a fire from the lovers that we hold in our minds
To hinder bitterness we felt throughout the stitchings of time
We'll use our sunny dispositions to ignite this inquisition
You can use it as a blanket
I'm banking on the wind
And everybody feels its innocence
Let it graze upon the skin
And I can catch like and echo
From a voice that doesn't exist
'Cause we a skirting on the surface
To embrace our wilderness
It's 3 o'clock and we are waiting
Waiting, wasting the day
Wasting, waiting, wasting away
Shell shocked from grid lock
An utter dismay
I just want to find the ground so I can say "Good day"
Good day
In the early morning light
The color of my wretched smile is so inviting
Could it be our first goodbye
With each calamity
Incinerate your own tragedy
Reek into an ancient prophecy
Dead religion in high viscosity
You'll find the compass in the smolder of your soul
A tattered earning for the urge to lose control
Let's just take it as a token
From the voice that doesn't exist
'Cause we a skating on the surface
To embrace our wilderness
And It's so instrumental
To really feel your loneliness
I guess that's something we all learn in time
supported by 11 fans who also own “Connoisseurs of the Obvious”
I've been listening since this came out and I finally decided to change my favorite song to ascension (sorry schizophrenzy)
I want more! Or at least to know what the members went on to do afterwards.
excellent fusion album Cody Cox
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022