Every time I leave this place I miss these perfect skies,
These perfect seas that still leave me breathless.
Where I come from is now just a memory
A picture of the past with nothing to fulfil me.
I carry on alone,
With nothing to remind me of what was once home.
Ran aground.
On a sun-scorched coastline.
And everything that went before
Never crossed my mind.
Fell from a starlit sky
Liberated from days gone by.
Saved,
Swept ashore by tranquil waves.
Fell from a perfect sky.
Black clouds break overhead
Leaving blue skies in their stead.
Fell from a perfect sky
Over moonlit shores I fly.
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022