Time stretches slowly. Chaos in the dark. Warm to the touch. Every clock, staring at me. Unending disruption. Empty promises, fragile to the touch. Surrounded by love, but buried in glass.
Lavish reflection, I concede this for you. Sing us something sweet. Strike a match, every thought, and exhale these ashes.
Prop me up. Carry on. I think I've had enough, but dare not say. Crashed through the wall. Anyone see? Identical secrets, but noneone knows. We breathe the same air, ashes and despair.
Lavish reflection, I concede this for you. Sing us something sweet. Strike a match, every thought, and exhale these ashes.
Take my arm. Hold my hand. Gentle breeze. Cool to the touch. One step, then two. Below the waves is where we will lose the crowd. Below the waves is where we will share the sound.
credits
from Corpus,
released October 6, 2022
Bass: Tad Piecka
Drums: Sam KS
Vocals: Ewa M
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