The knights of the gloom
Racing for the grave
And the wrists bare their souls
Longing for the blade
The small shell of the form
Laying on the bed
Left alone in a room
When she's feeling dead
Under the pines
I'm still above it
Throughout the days and weeks
It's pleasant overall
But the question "Are you sure?"
Won't be heard at all
It used to be so much easier baby
And now
It vanishes overnight
They always taught me that the waters would save me
And now
It's miracles with subversed eyes
It takes control like a coma
Made out like a melody that's overplayed
She puts her heart in a vessel jar
It's just stones in the pockets, of a dress, of a dying star
Post-rock musician and World Within Worlds label head Lachlan R. Dale returns with his debut full-length, a suite of ambient explorations. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2024