The alarm sounds and I get out of bed
pack my bag and eat my breakfast
I'm eight years old and on my way to school
tracing that feeling of something I lost along the way
I'm feeling so blessed in my blue-eyed shape
Not a worry in the world, driven by curiosity
So happy because I know
father will pick me up after school
But father never showed up that day
and he would never see me again
Instead mother met my in tears that evening
and this beautiful day ended in pain
His death came like a shock to me
and it turned my world upside down
I'm clinging on to that little boat
that I'm riding in the roaring storm
This was the day
when I lost my mother as well
though her body was here
she was always somewhere else in mind
This was when I started to paint
poured out my feelings inside on a canvas
What was hard to put in words for me
flowing like an ocean of grief to be framed
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Perfect for my gym time and perfect always.
Those vibes run in my veins.
Here is the perfect match of amazing riffs,voice is deep dark insanity beauty.
I reccommend it. SANDRA.N.696
These California up-and-comers don't merely pay tribute to ’90s death metal; they make it their own by taking charge and letting it rip. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2024
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Pretty much anything Carl touches I'll love, and this is no exception. Black metal with a good a texture and production is a priceless combination. Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass)