Look at the blinded eye of your reflection
In which your wounded soul claims a body
Thousands of thoughts wait for resolution
Was it a coincidence or was it intended?
You muse all alone on the circumstances
The things that used to force you directives
There's a cage in your hand, but the sky in the other
Decide upon where's your past and your future
Is it worth tearing a healing wound open?
Diving in the swamp that you're always drawn in
Are these feelings yours, or just the ones you took for yourself?
Please try and leave self-pity 'cause it makes no sense
Is it worth tearing a healing wound open?
Diving in the swamp that you're always drawn in
Are these feelings yours, or just the ones you took for yourself?
Please try and leave self-pity 'cause it makes no sense
Your past is the shelter of your decisions
The place you seek for the answers
But its no more than a bunch of thoughts scraped to the flesh
Scalding metalcore from Spain, “Where the Waves Are Born” swings from clean to growled vocals over blindingly intricate fretwork. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2023
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supported by 6 fans who also own “Scraped to the Flesh”
Fucking love the hoof. Met them in boscombe really nice blokes, thanks for all the signed merch. Cant recommend these guys enough, every album is brilliant. Cant wait to see you guys again. bobby81