On a cold stone ledge
On the blackest night
I stood up, felt my ankles cracking
Crying frozen tears
And afraid to listen
I threw the stone and this time I heard nothing
So it's true then, all the things they said
Fiery angels do indeed speak, but only in my head
Every whisper, every touch upon the soul
Just imagined from the bottom of the one and only hole
Exiled and sent
to the lonely place each one of us finds our intrinsic
End
I'm falling inside
Why can't I see this isn't what I'm meant to be
I'm buying the lies
The words you say are tempting me to think there's nothing
Reaching down
So I make the rules and write the only truth
After all it's not what's right they say
It's what is right for you
From my throne I stare into the mist
Can't help but notice that this paradise
Looks just like the abyss
Exiled and kept
In the lonely place each one of us finds our intrinsic
End
But I've felt it
From outside
Made a note to never change my mind
Now I'm listening to angels and to liars
Still I'm reaching for the fire
Stop falling inside
Why can't you see this isn't what you meant to be?
Stop buying the lies
Side by side with the others who pretend there's nothing
Reaching Down
Throwing softness and subtlety to the wind, Stockholm's Lowrider raze a molten, stoner-rock warpath, all fuzzy riffs and percussive grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 19, 2020