Hands held in the dark.
A touch that doesn’t soothe.
Silence sings psalms to the great emptiness inside our hearts.
Turn away your face, once wreathed in light.
Now wears a smoky veil.
Your name a vapor trail, just a fading shadow begging to be forgotten.
Guilt has corrupted these hearts now exhausted, so grim and cold.
We are dying – forsaken in each others eyes.
This is our bittersweet climax.
Trading majestic drone for smoldering assaults, the iconic Japanese outfit rekindle the leaden aggression of their early period. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2020
A pop-punk compilation benefitting the beloved Club 85 venue in Hertfordshire, UK, featuring contributions from 32 bands. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2020