Burn out your eyes, blind yourself to the architecture of the marionettes. Tastemakers' pawns, passionless monsters, passing on their rot like vicious lepers. I thought this was the fringe, free from the infection, free from the corruption. Their social norms are deathly mundane. I thought this was the freedom of our hearts. Black-hearted vultures, frothing at the mouth, devour our fruits of labor, mere sustenance. Deafen your ears to the hollow cries of bitter wraiths who haunt these halls. Soul-crushing leeches draining every ounce till there's nothing left.
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I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250
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