Staring at the galaxies just inches above the waterline
We’re grains of sand in the hourglass, just a tempest of time
Building temples in the blackest nothing, a place to call home
They are just castles in a constant war against being alone
But jaded, we continue to roam
Weave gold through history, blurring the bloodlines
There is no architect, no path to the sky
We are just wayward sparks that pass each other by
Atwixt fingertips of creation, a pigment in the eye
“I’ve seen this parallel kaleidoscopes and mysteries bring great men to their knees,
Grow like labyrinths in their minds as orbit guides them through their dreams.
Surely as the plates beneath the earth will creak, the glaciers will drift
Grow old with them my child, through heartache and harmony, just exist.”
Featuring founding vocalist Jesse Zaraska for the first time since 2004, the Milwaukee veterans' seventh album is a metalcore monster. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2020