
Date of issue: 20.04.2015
Record label: Translation Loss
Song language: English
Shards |
Summon forth the rain wash away the filth I can blanch memories I |
Can’t cleanse my soul Summon forth the flames, strip flesh from bone I |
Can’t slough memories they’re like second skin One cut for memory |
Another for hope I’m probing for answers Can only strike a nerve |
Cutting cables Unloading dead weight Until nothing remains An innate |
Self-loathing pouring from every aperture These holes in my skin let |
The darkness out Let it flow These holes in my skin let the darkness |
Out Let it flow There’s nothing less in this world than what I think |
Of myself A broken man Paint a picture of a broken man Search — For a |
Reason Probe deep Strike a nerve The scars have faded weathered away |
Through the years All memories remain intact, clear Crystalline and |
Unpure Cutting cables, Unloading dead weight until nothing remains |
These holes in my skin let the darkness out let it flow In rivulets of |
Blood that flow down my arms Into the drain Rivulets of blood flow |
Down my arms Into the drain An innate self-loathing pouring from every |
Aperture Never a truer feeling than pain To assure me I’m alive |
Name | Year |
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Martyring | 2010 |
Murder in Technicolor | 2015 |
Broken from Inside | 2010 |
Epiphany | 2010 |
Bustuari | 2010 |
Shroud | 2015 |
Unto Me | 2015 |
One Among Vermin | 2010 |
Into the Wire | 2015 |
Taming Leeches With Fire | 2005 |