Lies paint the panorama of the young
Optimistic splatters on an effervescent canvas
The melodies of sirens I was sung return today in echoes of abortion lullaby stanzas
Seek nothing find nothing
It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise
Liberty whispers of the past
How she buckles agony's grasp on me
Find nothing speak nothing
Dwell on all the nothing let the weight preclude a rise
Passionless surfeit fills up my veins
Preyed on by hollow deities that rain on me, rain on me
No guarantees but for the whispers of the stones on these trails of absolutely no direction we struggle to ascend
The silence screams, the innocence of her languid tones
Her raven hair that plays among the dead wind
Seek nothing find nothing
It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise
Liberty whispers of the past
How she buckles agony's grasp on me
Find nothing speak nothing
Dwell on all the nothing let the weight preclude a rise
Passionless surfeit fills up my veins
Preyed on by hollow deities that rain on me, rain on me
Suffered by the past, no more to linger or last
Lover thinks I've something to defend
Exhaustion for emptiness once before my eyes
From here on I paint my own suns to rise
Heavy sludgy doomy riffs complimented with excellent grooves and rhythms results in an all-around solid album. The classic metal influences from back in the day come through nicely. This album never lets up on the head nodding. The OG Metal Prophet
The psychedelic escapades of mr. Harlon and his flock of dead crows are a new discovery for me, but one of my favourites in the past few years. Dark exploration of the human state, but with a tint of hope and determination. Vanja