Leaves in the wind, raindrops slide on the window
and I, closed inside these walls, I'm overwhelmed by memories
memories of a carefree life, before I knew the truth.
I feel so tired, so empty
nothing can fill this chasm in my chest.
I don't want this life anymore.
I would not be born, not be pierced by this cold knife,
by this empty life, I'm dying inside.
The San Francisco quartet’s latest effort takes their post-metal to atmospheric new heights, with a resultant sound bordering on the transdimensional. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 20, 2018