Single off our upcoming debut album "Autoscopy"
Past the world we see, what were made to be, through this fog I see nothing.
Death will always be my reality, swinging from this tree grunting.
As I approach my last breath, and the light turns to black, all I have to say, Is you're the one to fucking blame.
Four years, trapped beneath the dirt,
Four years, forced fed with the heinous faces with abrasions, I asked for god but nobody came. Break free, believe I tried, I barely surfaced to be seen.
Acting out with violence, like rabid dogs, this world means nothing until the mask is peeled back. I sense something, but nothing is there, it's rushing, right down the stairs.
Choking, as I brace back against the wall, my body's trembling, as my legs begin to lock, I hear mumbling, as these creatures stare and stalk, why god! Just please do something! And I tried everything to break free, of this endless reality, but time and time again I lie here and feel so fucking empty.
Swinging from this tree, grunting
released October 31, 2016
Ghost Ship Recordings, Colt Ward, Alex Lasater, Kaleb DeMotts, Keanu Shioya
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