ALBUM REVIEW: Escuela Grind – Memory Theater
Your phantom data has been unwritten all is forgiven.
Your phantom data has been unwritten all is forgiven.
I can’t seem to recollect how I felt before it began.
Released myself from the shackles I helped create.
Melodic smear, radiostatic blur.
Early morning I can’t sleep, I turn away from the sun
What’s falling out your mouth is nothing more than just confusing.
It was a mistake to ask me for help.
Just playing the few notes you really feel and otherwise not playing anything.
I’m reading up on black holes, hoping one might take me in.