Next comet I see I'll pray a death wish
At heaven's gate I'll confess regret
Not even for birthed misfortunes
But for these lost and broken hearts
Next comet I see I'll pray a death wish
Suffer, prosper, strive to be free
From this vacant insubstantial dream
Walk right through the flames
Towards an ocean of misery
And drown out every voice that says
Renaissance lost
Renaissance lost,
When your dead walk
Your renaissance lost
If we could ever hope
For us to ever crawl
Our way into heaven
First we're going to have to dance
Our way through hell
So let's dance to the beat of hellfire
What's left to brace this cold comatose
Of painful memories
I'll keep spitting on these graves until they
Fade,
Fade,
Fade away.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Renaissance Lost”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego