I watch life pass from sunken places, try to find some comfort in my pain
I heard you whisper something that, resembles my name, but I don't recognize it now
I see their smiles, their happy faces, I wonder if they know that it won't last
Just like me, they're dying from the inside out and time is running out
Each day I'm falling farther, from the warmth that I used to know
I fear that I've become a stranger to my own soul
I'm blinded, crawling, clawing at the walls
Can no one hear my call?
I play this sordid game with death, he taps his fingers, waiting for my move
But the odds are stacked against me, maybe we were born to lose
Each day I'm falling farther, from the warmth that I used to know
I fear that I became a stranger in my own soul
I'm blinded, crawling, clawing at the walls
Can no one hear my calls?
If nothings built to last, what are we doing here?
Are we just fragile things of glass, built to disappear?
I watch life pass from sunken places, a kind of grave, too deep for love to fill
And when I 'm gone, they won't remember me but I just won't feel anything
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021
Darkwave synth that directly addresses our modern dystopian political environment, with proceeds going to the Voting Rights Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2018