Drain, watch it sink just out of frame
Just out of reach, can't keep the faith
"Will this hell cease?" ocean's refrain
Daylight grows cold and grey
Killed the hope, we keep trying but we've seen this all before
The sea's incessantly tempestuous - violent, ceasing, without bottom, without shore
half measures never evened the score
under siege - I'm so tired of everything
Fractured spirit, earth is dead
Empty cisterns, born to beg
Man is reaching, gasps for air
Man is leeching, womb is bare
One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204