I told my lies without the loss of a minute of sleep,
In the woods I find myself lingering;
Unhinge the shaded sky and take cover beneath,
I do not carve the words of god into my teeth.
I was drawn to the waters at the bend,
Fleeing from decaying footsteps in my head;
As a crane in flight, a martyr of the dead,
Betraying me in time, the earth will feed on my flesh.
released August 12, 2016
Ian Conly // drums & percussion
Tim David // guitars
Isaac Trippet // guitars, bass, production
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