There's a voice that lives inside my head,
Shy from expression and interpretation,
That gives me right to sink inside of nothing.
Where I can be.
Where I can be a vast migration.
Forever, fleeting endorphins, stimulate the passing.
It's leaving. I'm leaving.
Thin membrane to scrape,
For excess building blocks;
for bleeding emotions;
I could melt and be fine,
Must breathe pine to feel alive.
All efforts circumvent the coming call to death.
This album introduced me to Thou. At first I was disappointed that this was a one-off thing, but over time I warmed up to them. Now, they are probably my #1 favorite metal band of all time! Hedge Earthridge
Wandering down a neglected church isle, along a forgotten pew, laying on the cold hardwood, covered in dust and webs sits the manifest for the ides of grunge. The lost art of brutal beauty and the keeper of your brothers shadow. Thou shall not stray from the path for Thou is the path!! Justinuff