Days disappearing, slipping through my hands like sand, to return to the iron grip of that dreaded land, ambushed by an avalanche of frustration, will I continue to stand? She casts a spell that she knows all too well, so many secrets that she's loathe to tell. I have nothing to say, disaffected and walking away. This city's sour glare is focused on us, woe yeah, through its nocturnal gloom I feel its darkness pulse, oh yeah! Her incantations intended to sting like whip, on a soul of stone skin they ricochet impotent, to her song I am indifferent. In a blackhole I am dragged down, I drown in the tranquillity of an intoxicating sea of oblivion! This city's sour glare is focused on us, woe yeah, through its nocturnal gloom I feel its darkness pulse, woe yeah! For all its baleful vexations, pass through me must, I think I've got this sussed! Well I follow this road with a certain place in mind and now I'm here in time, yeah! This city's sour glare is focused on us, through its endless night I feel its darkness pulse, and for all its baleful vexations, pass through we must.
track released April 2, 2016
Alex McDonnell (guitars, lead guitar, bass guitar, vocals, keyboards, drum programming)
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