bringing words that break no silence and unspoken naming through imperialism that buries stories made from words your tongue can’t bend. a witness lends a history to the places you come here to claim. repaving dirt roads into a cleaner approach to smooth your words. translation is a bladed breath. the well of a dead man is now dry and unremembered. renamed for your convenience.
Track Name: Amulet
no end to the haunts, the murk, the ache for immolation. curse the self the rayless flightless inner world. nail us up to this petrified ecclesiastical dead end where guilt and conflict supplant all we’ve sworn to right. validation as a holding pattern. agony unborn. an amulet long worn. idols retrofired. drawn from breath expired. hermetic defenses, frozen in the mist.