We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

I've made it months, even years in solitude's embrace,
and Nothing has shown me what I cannot create.
Stuck on this compendium of mortality, a line without a flaw.
I can never bring the life back to his withered breast.
Dead at 18 years, now my head's a fucking mess.
Everyone is waiting for the end of the line, immutable truth.
There is nothing that can take what is dead.
There is nothing that can take what is dead and make it green.
There is nothing that can take what is dead and convince it to grow.
Vessel is deserted.
Capillaries dry.
The world soldiers onward.
The line is absolute.
Dirt holds no sway over me.

credits

from FULL OF HELL Rudiments Of Mutilation, released January 1, 2015

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

A389 Recordings Baltimore, Maryland

contact / help

Contact A389 Recordings

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like A389 Recordings, you may also like: