What a tangled web we weave
Through our chosen reality
Slaves to spiritual atonality
Wholly unaware we're dying
The tragedy, that therein lies the beauty of a chaotic scheme
To die having lived, having dreamed
Life is not the wretched beast
Or that which leaves a bitter taste
It is a game of choice,
An opportunity we ought not waste
As it molds into its determined shape
It will illuminate new paths to take
A candle often burned in such great haste,
To behold the wick is not the aim
And yet we stoke the flame, (it) voraciously consumes
While we shift the blame
Our passive eyes behold the burning wick;
We watch it burn away
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017