Emptiness can't be expressed
Every word fills the space with something
When nothing should exist
Every murmur sends up fireworks
That don't belong
Here
So I just sit and stare
In a daze of despair
Beneath the smoky morning mist
The yellow leaves were falling
Back towards the earth
Where silent fate had drawn them
And I clutched my guitar subconsciously
Like a child in fear
I haven't spoke a word today
I woke up cold and stayed that way
True crime gets a blackened hardcore twist on the UK band's debut album, inspired by an unsolved mystery from 2013. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2022