Cower, detach connecting matter.
Routed strands are dry at hand, will shatter.
Chasm, access the concrete cocoon,
to bury face is commonplace set too soon.
Self allude and soak in waves.
Bask in gloom in a blackened cave,
and peer through blinds at other lives,
light disturbs the bats inside these walls.
Sullen sores that dampen frets.
Static pours through re-amped sweat,
as mold grows black as hungry crows,
diving to decomposing limbs.
Reeling woes,
cold machines
taping these pure tones.
The debut full- length album from Lafawndah pulls in the sound of music from all over the world to create a rich, vibrant tapestry. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 15, 2019