Well the city sucked up your light... You’re growing your American smile. You’re searching for your voice, but you barely make a sound. Cough at the moon, fill your lungs. Cemetery highrise slum. Press the street against your lips, subservient bliss... Now you’re crumbling in the throes of the gritty overgrowth. The filth it overcomes, it seeps into your bones. Cough at the moon, fill your lungs. Cemetery highrise slum. Press the street against your lips, subservient bitch... You’re wasting away again. Give it all away again.
supported by 11 fans who also own “American Smile”
DOTB such a unique album coming from Nothing which is crazy to believe since everyone of their songs/albums is absolutely memorable and thought out hollowedworship
supported by 11 fans who also own “American Smile”
another record from relapse that i listen to straight through would love to see a tour with these guys, nothing, and soft kill, anyway extremely difficult to pick a favorite track changes daily. Pure sonic bliss, beautifully captured a fantastic record for the fall and also winter. Ryan Graham