Blank slate, staring at the wall.
Attained from within the fall.
Slowly flowing, drought manifests, leaving me deserted.
Drained are thoughts left unsaid.
Crippled, left laid in their bed.
Stagnancy lingers in my head.
Release me from this clutch burrowed from within my guts.
Corroding rains, rusting chains, imploding pains leaving me slain. Nothing to gain from the unsane.
Slip below the surface.
Suffocate from repulsion.
I've sank below but I know I can float.
Dismembered daily, my head hovers off my shoulders swaying my limbs like a malnourished maple. I'm engrossed in these glossy facades. On the outside looking in I clench the edge while the precipice cracks with my next grasp. I know you're around me but i don't want to care. I don’t fucking care.
Don't call on me because I'm not home. I'm walking a slippery slope on a tight rope. I've been lost in the craters of a man made moon and bleak sense of why lyrics are art.
Absolutely floored by this album. It’s exactly the beautiful noise I’ve been aggressively consuming recently. I’ll be keeping a close eye on Pyrithe. seven skeletons
I've never danced and headbanged like a lunatic so much, listen to it makes me feel that way. I had to buy it! It's Better This Way is such a remarkable work of art, so heavy, so sludgy and just so unpredictable, it doesn't let go. Unbelievable album, unbelievable band! Darknight