Some let it in, some run. I was turning over.
I was in the waiting room alone, hours after midnight.
Swift was the hand to receive, and the antidote passed up the tree,
Through the branches of America to be.
Mourning for the young.
Want this to last, but I should know
that I can't hold together what I build.
If theres a light, I'll take a glow.
It's in the frame now, so I can't let go.
Some slip away, some die. We think we hold composure.
I know it's just the setting of the sun, but I was close to cured.
Slow but as surely as the day, the final toll approaching.
We live to watch the setting of the sun, and I was close to cured.
Over the sink, back to the floor.
I let me suffer. I give me more.
Forever I've had me by the throat.
It all takes such a while, and never truly lets go.
It came around. I had to know.
But theres a beauty in the fall coming up,
Hence taking it slow.
Man I’ve devoured this album countless times and I don’t think this group will wear on me anytime soon. The vocals are perfect for this sound, the production is ideal; the drums are perfectly garage’d. Cannot wait for the next project. Riley Kesselring
Producer/songwriter Benjamin Schurr blends the medieval with the industrial in Rush, writing harrowing songs with a mystical aura. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2023