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These walls constructed in your image isolate, but if broken will you see through the hate that's been built up, but remains concealed to my thoughts.
I am left here torching cities I built with my hands
Soon they'll lay in ruins, forcing me to start again
From the dust an arm extends, with digits worn like mine, rid of riches, a sense of self unfolds.
This destruction incites harmony
We choke on smoke signals, this fire burns to the bone
Retching lungs now bleeding, at least we're where we belong
Are you alive?
A thousand pieces reflect the light to mirrors you can't gaze upon
What if I forced your hand, that's shackled and bolted by fear, to embrace a fickle world with standards set in stone
Heed this warning
Lives spent contemplating those, who judge all but themselves, are torturous
In time these blisters heal, revived by a stranger whose shadow bares wings
Creation inspired by a new design being born
It's fragile but reinforced by days
All previous misconceptions, are in flames, leave them to burn
We'll pray for no rain
Leave them to burn
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019