Storm into my silence
Fear hangs above us
Your weakness tears me open
Murdering my one hope
With every moment
In your image I am fucking cracked, shattered, covered up
Use the strength you have left to bleed the light from the sky
Like an open vein
Red is all I see
Coming down the walls
My spirit is chained to a screen
Looping images of your death at my hands
I see it at night
Bathing in bliss
Your death at my hands
You dwell in shadows
Screaming into a void we once shared
out of the sterile room of bloodied scalpels that was errorzone was the wide, pulsing, beating heart of the world. this album is beyond monumental. it is the very ground you cling to. it is the room that saw you weep over the telephone. this isn't beyond, this is here, right now. c.