I've been taking neuroleptics
drunken writing on the kitchen floor
Calculated message from a creaking door
Agnesia's hair is black her eyes are made of whispers
she holds me steady and injects my bones with shivers
she'll always love me with her fingers crossed
I wish I had the lungs to scream
I wish I had the skin to feel
cause I'm convinced this ghost is real
I've been only taking blue pills
I am thirsty blood is in my cup
she is standing over me I can't get up
Agnesia's hair is black her eyes are made of whispers
she holds me steady and injects my bones with shivers
she'll always love me with her fingers crossed
I wish I had the lungs to scream
I wish I had the skin to feel
cause I'm convinced this ghost is real
supported by 11 fans who also own “TORTURED BY GHOSTS IN THE STATIC”
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 “TORTURED BY GHOSTS IN THE STATIC”
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