I could write volumes on the cold; an allegory of our steel resolve. But what's another dead metaphor in a cemetery full of crusading extroverts? So I'mma dig my heels in the dirt until oil runs down my shirt, and I'mma let the tops of trees turn to ash on a stale breeze, 'cause I could scorch the fucking earth if I thought that's what it deserved just by laying my hand to the ground and letting every ghost inside me out. No sermon or cultural observation, no personal attack or sociopolitical statement. Just selfish self-medication with a pen and a piece of paper, a captive audience and an unreliable narrator. If Ford Maddox Ford could see me now, he'd say, "Go fuck yourself, you fucking Freud. You're a regular John Marcher. You've got years left to destroy or not destroy."
Atmospheric black metal band Sadness and experimental screamo band To Be Gentle channel intense emotions on this split single. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 28, 2021
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