Mentally worn to the paradigm of lying through the lens of mourning. I'm addicted to your love like an addiction is disinforming. But now your love has turned and I'm still linear to pass. The circle is broken and the magic is laid to rest.
Along the lines that lie I drew a picture from my soul. Now the picture lies inside so I don't have to see it in physical form.
How gullible of me not to see your fictitious accolades. This portraiture of you is torn in half to symbolize what belies in you. You say you're all things cruel but vanity is forgiving. I'd love for you to be free. I'd love for you to end this malady. I believed in every bitter part and if I looked into your eyes again. I'd know why my foolish heart can't pretend.
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017