GIG REPORT: Celestial Diadem Post Metal Fest at the 229
I love you but it’s killing me.
I love you but it’s killing me.
You’re trying to tell me what to think, but you’re making me sick.
It can’t compete with bloodlines.
Trapped in by standards set by someone else.
Turn away. Turn inward
Despite itself, through heaven, through hell.
I will leave my gifts like lichen over the oak branches.
Bask in the glow of high spirits.
This is all we need and all we’ve got.