Swoon like a net swaying in the air,
Slip-sliding down a hole.
Knots in our hair, brush me harder.
Things I think I forget: top bunk spying down,
You're a pomegranate, you're sweet,
You race over fresh water.
Can I blot you out like ink on paper?
Will I always follow you around?
I catch the fly in my palm,
Cold starts to burn, dropping it down.
Can't learn, can't learn, I can't learn;
Clothes line suicide.
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