Breath in the story, no matter how open
Separate the truth from lies
We’ve been—
Fed those narratives, a new kind of succour
Left to each his own demise
Solitarily
Always cool as ice
You hold sway over me
To his own righteous
Does a wicked son go wrong
It’s just lies and shows till the bitter end
To his own wisdom
Where his faith is placed so high
It’s just smoke and ice but we all pretend
Merci Déhà for the download code. Lots of bands use these ingredients – pretty female vocals over doomy guitars always sounds good, but usually that's where the ideas run out. That isn't the case here. Each song is packed with ideas and evolutions, genres and references it's boring to list but not at all to listen to. A pleasure to have been introduced to this. Luke