Let me describe for you this dimension in which we all live yet few have seen
Past lives and deaths converge to a point and form a crook figure
The sun's radiation has dissolved our skin
Flesh melts, reeks, lungs and larynx charred
Shouting in fear erodes integrity and compounds hysteria
Reinstate the hologram, Reinstate the hologram
It sounds as painful as it feels - ultraviolet shields are a necessity
Submit to the hands of the new world's minions, reinstate the hologram
They feed upon your very thoughts
Consciousness fades without sustenance
Clinging on to what little there is to know safely
On the forthcoming Tombs album "All Empires Fall," the band expands their scope and range, balancing brutal riffs with melancholy melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2016