Preacher, you' re alive
You don't feel anything, or disguised?
We will find our ways to despair
I don't fear you, don't believe…
Dont beg a dime to heal
Break the water;
One, the great haymaker!
Peen all till death peals soft
Whose hands are pulling the sledge through?
Reasoned, but never been so proud
But you tellers;
Greasy, concentrated dogs
Burned all
And soiled the wise light
Greasy concentrated dogs
Paces out paces in;
I've never seen this far long
Every chain refers true, its a change too
Watching every folly is a faith on you.
Tortures everyone you saw
Every moment is a fortune?
Reaching every side you burn
Clinching every single one you see!
Reaching up to every fear is,
A chain, a crush of feat
Holding up to your old dawn is a chain to every single war!
The indescribable Fawn Limbs return with another LP that slams together grindcore, math rock & experimental music to jaw-dropping effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2021