THE END - "Her (Inamorata)"; taken from the album 'Transfer Trachea Reverberations from Point: False Omniscient' SUBSCRIBE: http://bit.ly/RelapseYouTube
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Producer/Director: Ivan Landau for Liminal Studios
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the whites of her eyes, porcelain. her voice so ambient as I release we loved her Once. in her mouth, in her mouth. she lives in the peripheral and listens. she kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her name glory cuts her face. We are drenched in sin. we are the infinite.
Infinite.
lost in abstract wounds drink from abstract wounds the whispers distract from the cutting. lost in abstract wounds drink from abstract wounds this small sense of pride. This can't be! no stop. NO STOP! Solvents soaked in her blood. Solvents soaked in her blood.
THE END - "Her (Inamorata)"; taken from the album 'Transfer Trachea Reverberations from Point: False Omniscient'
SUBSCRIBE: http://bit.ly/RelapseYouTube
Order at Relapse: http://bit.ly/TheEndStore
Order on iTunes: http://bit.ly/TheEndiTunes
Order on Bandcamp: http://theendband.bandcamp.com/
Available now on CD/Digital via Relapse Records.
Producer/Director: Ivan Landau for Liminal Studios
Official links:
http://theendband.bandcamp.com/
https://myspace.com/theendmusic
http://www.relapse.com
http://www.facebook.com/relapserecords
http://www.relapserecords.bandcamp.com
http://www.twitter.com/relapserecords
http://www.myspace.com/relapserecords
Lyrics:
the whites of her eyes, porcelain.
her voice so ambient as I release
we loved her Once.
in her mouth, in her mouth.
she lives in the peripheral and listens.
she kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her name
glory cuts her face.
We are drenched in sin.
we are the infinite.
Infinite.
lost in abstract wounds
drink from abstract wounds
the whispers distract from the cutting.
lost in abstract wounds
drink from abstract wounds
this small sense of pride.
This can't be! no stop. NO STOP!
Solvents soaked in her blood.
Solvents soaked in her blood.