Eighth track from our imminent 2022 release. Footage taken during private rehearsals in Canberra. Dark piano sounds as can be expected, with a new blend of crunch on the downtuned seven.
“Rising forth from froth of grey,
a single hand points to last of day.
The compass point askew.
Dangling, as a leaf-stripped branch.
A wind a salt upon lips to taste.
Ice of air, drifts with chill of tides.
She is alone she always was.
The drowning is slow…
One last breath.
Turning. Convulsing. Writhing. Creeping. Swallowing pride.
Yes you’ve got those claws in.
Lungs burn, ice numbs pain.
Dragging fingers, on crusts of ice.”
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