Green trees lining all the streets... they hide things - I wonder what’s beneath those perfect little leaves. Lift me up, I wanna leave. I taste a sickness in the stream. My vision’s coming in. My mind is slipping in. Hold me high enough to reach the seams holding back the real thing - I hear the vultures sing. Lift me up, I wanna leave. I taste a sickness in the stream. My vision’s coming in. My mind is slipping... The seams are ripping & all this is nothing. Nothing at all...
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
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