down on the floor
nobody thinks the same
I stole your cheap smile
the flowing of freezing air over my skin
reminds me were not yet dead
trust in your empty gun
dragging your arms
then feel your heart sink
trust in my lie
the dust in my empty hands
it's not yet time to be men
cause I feel you reaching
Desperate for a new god
down on the floor
nobody speaks
it's wordless twitching
lust for my crownless king
lust of a servant
erect for your lost cause
I built you up just before I broke you down
I made you feel just before I made you steal
I made you see just before I made you blind
you know it's wrong but no-ones gonna make it right
trapped in the ovaries
the comforting safe and dark
fear that I'll one day burn
in the hospital lights
a hologram takes my place
the mammal is left behind
it's time to become a man
and drag you outside
supported by 11 fans who also own “LEAD POISONING”
Harsh, dissonant, frightening and even a little bit unnerving. All this can be said about Void Masquerading as Matter - but it is also complex, immersive (if you are not repelled), fascinating and rousing (in the sense of: dragging you into the abyss). How ever you describe the music of Thantifaxath for yourself it's clear what this music is not: conventional and boring. Go ahead, dare to make the trip. The reward is there. mourner
supported by 11 fans who also own “LEAD POISONING”
Thantifaxath is one of that phenomena you can enjoy and fear simultaneously. Those nightmarish soundscapes are so perfectly crafted that you have to smile while rushing towards your psychic breakdown. Exceptionally musicianship that easily sinks in deeply. mourner