As the blood rushes, you try to comprehend
Synapses firing at the prospect of your demise
Fade to red, you see the supernovae in your eyes
Not even close to death it’s insult to injury
Falling, the ground begins to grow
Fading, last memories start to show
Impact, four knuckles say hello
Imprint, middle digit lets you know
This is the uppest cut there’s nowhere else left to go
There’s nothing higher than this
Nothing cuts deeper than this
Prepare your mind to feel the grip of endless shame
credits
from Encephalanx,
released November 22, 2022
Guitars / Bass, Vocals by Jesse
Programming, Vocals, Lyrics by Paige
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