Every piece of
this cold truth
from shit to shit
knowing nothing at all
fear of the lies
fear of the lights
I'd rather be blind
I'd rather seize that porcelain hours
But I know
Fear of the light as you're seeking deep
Fear of the ground as you're losing it
Wake up wake up
what you seek indeed
Every piece of a cold truth is a grave to remind
Every piece of this cold truth
Knowing all from shit to shit
I’d rather be blind
Never know nothing at all
Fear of the light as you’re seeking deep
Fear of the ground as you’re losing it
Wake up wake up what you seek indeed
What you seek is a grave to remind.
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An absolute masterpiece. Brilliant musicianship paired with an amazing mix. Tons of layers boosting my brain cells to unravel this pazzle, which brings the only true pleasure I get in my life. This album is the background to my personality. Pure gold from Canada. Bogdan Dukhevych
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Usually I like to play something braindead while I listen, give my hands and eyes something to do while I focus on the music.
Never before have I been hit so hard I had to pause and just... sit there. Revelling in it.
Despite it being what some would call just "noise", the artistry behind it is clear, and there's a raw emotion to it that I think more traditional techniques would struggle to convey.
One of my favourites hands-down. jackiethejackie