he last four notes of this song are dying away.
these notes come and go. They seem to whisper: „just do the same, suffer in time.“
and that's what i pretend, to feel the pain to the beat.
no compassion. full purity.
every line set in my mind is carving into familarity with this world.
there is no pain. only appalling silence while booze is gnawing away at every bone.
i recognize there is only me/ a shell suffused with a soul striving for perfection.
breaching blue ceasefire. for the first time those nottes ring true:
the sound of the world's tender apathy.
i miserably failed to comprehend how fucking similar we are, how fucking fraternal we are.
taken in oblivion of being, i have failed to phrase the question if this is the life i am destined to live.
so this song's last four notes are dying away:
just as my self-indulgence.
Their second best for me, such an amazing atmosphere troughout the entire piece, with amazing instrumentals and an amazing voice filled with emotion. Love it. Diego CD
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
One of the most beloved post-hardcore albums of the ’10s gets a long-overdue remix and remaster just in time for its tenth anniversary. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024