Attrition from S/t by Peace Through Decay

Resolution in bondage
Revolution is strength
This is the state
A matter of breath
It's constant pain
Within or without
This is the truth
Patience is thin
Misfortune aloof
Look you in the eye
Trading faces to match
Light the torch
Our blaze of wrath

At war with peace
Hearts are bleeding, bleak
The only conflict
Lie in a grave
Face down
To never return

Institution is obtuse
Belonging to an oblong box
Feelings are buried deep
blood begins to clot beneath
Cuts agape sinew torn
Never sewn hopes unborn
Harvest comes and doves shall die
Iris opaque the hidden eye
Give yourself to this life
This attrition that we fight
To light the torch out blaze of wrath
Light the torch out blaze of wrath

• Folk
• neofolk
• post-industrial
• post-punk
• Tennessee