Distil from OVERSEER by OVERSEER

Sour is the taste, nostalgia takes a bite out of this shell, cessation is at play
Reticent in the purity I've gained....

Sentiments are lost when I try to rectify it...
I cower and consume...
sincere in this treachery...
so potent this grasp.

Discard it now unsheathe the blades you hide....
let me take them to myself once more.
Unending lies that only take the blame.....
my endearing self harming intent
A gentle kiss from serpents willingness....
such wasted chances to redeem myself...

Ever present loss of reason
I'm afraid to see.....
Open wounds that weep emotions.....
they see me and plead.....
embrace this.....

I'm.....that taste of shattered glass...
so cold....so fractured and ashamed.....
I'm.....so blindly self aware...
into these callous dreams I'm wandering.

Now how selective is temperance in season?.....
unrelenting in size
unaccepting, redemptive and chosen
I am undone.

Hear another way, fear another way.

• Djent.
• Metal
• Post metal
• djent
• hardcore
• hardcore sludge
• progressive
• progressive metal
• sludge metal
• London