Patterns all the same
Passed to who remain
All we have is time
No escape is made
Back from where you came
Rows of all who left behind this place
Carved upon our names
The memories we laid
A part of you must stay
Left to bury deep
The home in which we keep
Shapes the course of who we have to be
We wait for things we hope will heal
Last night, I killed my friends
Cut off their heads
Tore off, all of their limbs
Looked down, upon my hands
And laughed aloud at what I did
Within the sun, and further on
The lives we left along the way
This time, i've left myself
Somewhere that's right between the warmth
I will take all of you under
In time i'll ask myself
If it was worth it all along
I will not give into the hunger
Desires that you keep
Changes which you seek
Running out of time
Finally i'll sleep
Two of us will meet
And see yourself as who you have to be
We wait for things we hope will heal
Last night, I killed my friends
Cut off their heads
Tore off, all of their limbs
Looked down, upon my hands
And laughed aloud at what I did
Former members of the great band SubRosa return as The Otolith, and their debut LP finds them at the peak of their mighty powers. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2022