The snow was high up to the knee Didn’t feel even the slightest chill There is no light on outside
But I never felt the urge for it Walked through the darkest route Fell down a ledge
Smashed my head Woke up in bright lights Fuck
My eyes hurt and my nose is bleeding And rivers of joyful lobsters flow out They smile they smirk
They pinch my chin as they jump inside the hole in my chest Rest she shouts
I yawn, “she is god”
Blasphemy! Blasphemy burps a transvestite gandalf
Am I losing it? Am I already there? Will this fucking hole close up again? Why am I bleeding and why are there greys all around me?
I start beating them with a piece of rubber And they bonk bonk
Almost feels like home “He is bleeding out!” Said Frank Sinatra
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