I don't feel the weight of my chains as I grin and stare
all the windows are dirty but still I can see out there
bleeding mouth and open veins
you can try but you'll never escape your shame
they pour you a shot of yourself as you kick and shout
this machine was never for you so you carved me out
how does it feel to know you became
a puppet for somebody else's shame
you are the needle and I am the air
find us a vein
mean old man
up in the sky with his plans
take my hand
as we walk through the slime of abusive desire my friend
take my hand
theres no end to the dream of the silent machine
tickle my skin with the blade of a jealous knife
I can see the disease in you eyes you crave more life
I'm on the edge can you talk me down
city blood spillin over suburban ground
take my hand
as we walk through the slime of abusive design my friend
take my hand
theres no end to the dream of the silent machine
supported by 11 fans who also own “THE SILENT MACHINE”
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 “THE SILENT MACHINE”
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