Inside my woes creep.
Entangling this strange black hole I call my heart.
Everything sounds so good to me now:
Hives of honey,
Sweet beaded eyes,
My strange fixation on your hands.
Pulling at my hair, a sea of acid dripping down my oars,
Out to sea; Happy.
But it’s cold like a draft.
Dressed up, tore down.
Twisted bodies fall to the floor,
Like slugs in this circle.
We are one.
supported by 146 fans who also own “Inimitable Sea”
This album came out my senior year of high school and I have very fond memories with it. I was already sold when I heard Peasant but this solidified the fandom for me. porcelainheart-
supported by 131 fans who also own “Inimitable Sea”
I bought this on vinyl without knowing what I was getting into. Turned out to be one of my best "I hope it's cool" purchases ever. These guys are f'n amazing. Chimplord