Force fed, foregone
force it down
Dogs with no bite gain no ground
can't breathe, can't see in your black
Try as we might to get higher
get pushed back
So far off, we're coming up every day
Short on steam and fight with no altar to pray
{but we feel ok}
Coming around, salt the ground
making the grade
we open up every golden day
Behind the wheel, hot on the heels
Setting the pace
We open up every golden day
'Round the bend, say amen
it's starting to rain
Forfeit, foregone. Kiss the ground
A horse with no speed gets put down
A clean break, break free from the pack
Are we fading like stars or built to last?
Every golden hour of every day
say amen although there's no altar to pray
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021
An epic dark rock record that will make fans of Sisters of Mercy swoon—massive chords and choruses, plus gothic grandeur. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2020