Waiting for a moment
But then the moment's gone
Emptiness is lurking now
In the coldness of our hearts
And every morning, I can't forget
That nothing's real on the other side
But in my slumber I feel more alive
Bitter-sweet sorrow when I realize
Every night's the same
The day is all that changed
The pieces of the puzzle
That form your sense of self
Like broken glass
Fractures memories of the past
Collecting dust
Like a picture on the aging shelf
And every morning, I can't forget
That nothing's real on the other side
But in my slumber I feel more alive
Bitter-sweet sorrow when I realize
And in the evening I can't relate
To those who whisper with nothing to say
My mind still wanders like a trail of smoke
Through the open window
To the stormy sky
I can't lie in sorrow in the morning glare
And I can try tomorrow when the moment's there
Back when you didn't give a damn
How your clothes should fold
When all the promises you made
Were only painted on gold
But now the words don't seem to rhyme
And you shell out another car bill
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2021