How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? There's a strange sound in the distance. How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? The strange 10th box contains Reve Isga, and she is not to be trifled with. As I've heard, she used to be an eagle, but she transformed through the power of MAA and become the woman she is today. How did I become to be? Was there something in the growling that continues to be heard in the distance that beckoned me forward? Beware. Beware the trickery of the statues of GOO FALLS, for they do make a mockery of those who know. This is not an issue, but still, beware. In the end, your mud becomes the blood in your veins, being a strange substitute to the locusts of the apocalypse. How are you heard? They are not kind or understanding entities, and they make a mockery of your living flesh, turning it to ruby and sapphire. As the rain expires, we observe that there's only wind to blow the dust through the caves. Chain me, break me, slash my skin with the knife that you wield, cut out my eyes, chop off my fingers, peel the skin off my lips, carve out my tongue, and be cursed with the blood on your fingertips. Nothing shall come of what you decided to do to me, and that is your failure. Sand continues to rise.
Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I love the beautiful sounds of this album but I don’t have a favorite song. I have a favorite title, it’s called “I Am An Idol, But You Can Call Me The Pope”.. p.s- The Pope Smokes Dope! Dionysus Virus
C. Diab describes “Exit Rumination” as “a sonic exorcism,” and its dark, swelling songs are equal parts catharsis and tension. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2018