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Silently, I Threw Them Skyward

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released June 22, 2015

Recorded and mixed by lewis johns - www.lewisjohns.co.uk

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Post-rock inspired cathartic misery.

Debut S/T release on 23/9/13.

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Track Name: shadows in hibernation
I've been citing my lips again
Contemplating everything between silently suffering
And it feels so cold on the mind
And it seems like we're destined
To drag each other down
Is it safe enough to breathe the air?
Track Name: twitching with every apology
Don't stay awake for the promise of repair.
Your branches lie still like the broken verses you used to sing.
Softly, too softly.
Your whispers lined with thorns,
scraping across the delicate white of fearful eyes.
As you stare into the distant grey,
those two words always seem to be the worst.
Your hands release and fall into uncertainty.
We were listening,
haunted by the endless change and it made my lungs hesitate.
My eyes white like the broken verses you used to sing.
Harmonised like the broken verses you used to sing.
And it's not going to change.
Track Name: Vesalius
I've been grinding my teeth again,
watching the stars bleeding out their sympathy.
Clouded eyes disconnect the faint sound,
your retinas perfect white.
The lakes lie still inside.
You spent so long sinking,
the words on your tongue will never taste the same.
And it's been to long watching the wires crawl within.
And you said "never" as I made you see
that they're not getting any better,
the plains we've saved hidden inside.
Because I've been taking notes of the veins on the back of my hands,
and they're not getting any better.
Just closer to the worst of.
And I could try to lift up the screens again
but you will never taste the same.
Track Name: crystalline, so serene
Return to a place once so familiar,
where broken blue would fall right into place.
As I recall,
the answers were far beneath the top soil
and it's all at odds with the way I used to feel.
We watched the hands shake as silhouettes.
He wrote it down and watched the moons turn to red.
There's air in the walls but I'm sutrggling to breathe.
There's truth in the waves that lie underneath
the sombre songs of the ghost in the machine.
Track Name: fragmented footnotes on self-diagnosis
Endless alarm,
you surround yourself in endless shades of grey.
When there's signs that it's obvious to cut away the chains.
When there's hope that it's easier pushing thread between the seams.
It's not silence, but is it close enough for you?
And sometimes it's easier to speak to no-one.
When I counted these mistakes and I feel unchanged.
A memory deeper than the sea, the mother of us all.
With partial paralysis, the shadow turned his lips white.
It's not silence, but is it close enough for you?
Track Name: you will sleep now, Yourko
The suns, they're watching us with envious eyes and
ask what it's worth to hide your destiny.
"So stay close" they answered again.
If this is the taste of disappointment then
I'll wait with baited breath to choke on agony.
I climbed inside to feel the weight of us
trying to find a place for your head.
Track Name: space burial
I could swear that I can see
the colours drain away from your eyes.
Reflectionless and cracked on the inside.
Open stitches to the opaque,
but you were turned the other way.
Track Name: tasting paralysis
You and I were made to need oxygen.
Apnea projections out of reach.
You and I were made to need oxygen.
Paranoid conscience replaced you with machine.
Punctures in the sky are twitching and fading away.
Satellites hypnotised you into a daydream.
Made to need oxygen, we're all afraid to sleep.
And I said "Don't hold your breath,
Don't get comfortable, we're all afraid to sleep."
Emptying translucency temporarily as
it seems to cloak the anxieties beneath.
I've been muting these twisted lucid dreams and
I tried to paint the worlds pale.
Don't get comfortable.
We're barely here.
We're all afraid to sleep.