A spider’s dreaded feeling
Crawling through the dank waste
Breath burns out of me
Without a slack in my haste
I feel I’m going insane, while the world smiles by
Words keep lingering, she dies, she dies
I am losing myself in this squandered place
While your delicate murmurings, conjure up our fate
I see the selection, inbred in this wild state
Orange or purple, she dies, she dies
(chorus)
Running through the glass desert, while you hear my mind talk
Seeing my reflection, in the mirror of your thoughts
Screaming to the mystery, of your eight-legged stalk
Still wishing you’re with me, it’s only fair, it’s only fair
I have turned wild, my child, from that serene look on your face
The mirage of your existence and all you waste
Black and white connection, I’m running to our place
Tales of their premonition, she dies, she dies
Throwing mathcore, emo, and ambient into the mix, Estonia's Kaschalot push progressive rock's multitasking approach to its limits. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2021