Always on the run
Your life is always "on the way" somewhere
Distractions and excuses
The signs are there but you can't see
Distractions and excuses
The signs are there...
Inside of a dome
Freedom is distorted
Choices are limited
No destination...
Now what they need
All they can see, all they can feel
It is stuck in time
Your dreams are in a box
Your eyes are in the past
And a feeling you can't explain
There is not enough time
I can't do this right now
I will text you later
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024