stick your tongue out for the ashes

Jangly, dissonant guitars stutter over a stark, restless rhythm, erupting into chaotic, feedback-laden riffs, Dramatic dynamic shifts bring fragile, sparse breaks before crashing back into noise-soaked post-rock swells, Screamed vocals cut through, The outro rides tense grooves under anguished wails, ending in raw intensity

is this the beginning of the rest of my life? i look outside and i see snow falling like ashes at treblinka. i stick out my tongue, only for a taste of what's to come...what is to come? will i forever be endeavored by the severance of the ties of what made me who i am? or do i build deconstruct rebuild deconstruct and make amends? kiss my mother for me for it's cold on these shorelines. it's cold out on the ocean. and the ashes spread beyond the horizon coating everything in off white gray but you've brought your favorite hat the one that keeps your hair so matted yet beautifully curled. the flakes kiss each string of hair like my want for your lips every time our eyes meet but only despair resides here. give me your hand lets dive in give me your hand i'll brush the ashes from your skin they coat your eye lashses with every flutter of your lids presenting your dishonesty - your true intentions i'm breaking every pact i've made i'm breaking every pact i've made relying on the sole savior i've presided over my life no sole savior can help me to survive stick your tongue out for the ashes

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