Take me. Break me. Recreate me.
Burn it down. Light me up.
Diluted terror raises peaks in the flat line.
You pulled off of the highway.
You said things weren't going to go my way.
I trusted you. Just like I always did.
Ribs ache as I shift my weight, lying face down on the pavement.
It's comforting. It reminds me of the first time you took me down.
Who do you pray to? What guided you here, holding me down?
Who do you pray to? You stare in my face as the lights go out.
Barely breathing but always smiling.
Always trying. Always prying my way out.
Take me. Break me. Recreate me. Or just end me.
I'm not the kind of sick that can be cured.
Sludge, Shoegaze, Atmospheric, Heavy Metal, Alt-metal, you name it. This album has it all, and it is perfect. It came out during a rough time period of my life and others lives too. It's been the soundtrack for all of my pain. Thank you Hum tawper