#soundcloudreviewlol

[feeldirt]

In meditation with death to die is to be reborn beyond flesh

Sermons are already so spiritual, but with music intertwined... How can your wrath not be heard? I was standing in the kitchen when I played your song, warming up my leftover soup. I stole some headphones from my boss. I wanted to hear every single sound you created. From start to finish, my blood was evaporating at the same time my feet were buried deep in the Georgia red clay where my loved ones lay, dead. In deep meditation with death. I began to cry.

 

If I wasn’t stuck in this kitchen in this house

I would’ve started wailing, a war cry.

A scream of loss would’ve filled this house.

There’s something at the bottom of my belly where all the evil goes. I never let her out. The last time music made me this way was when I saw Dis Fig live, and before that, when I saw her with you.

 

On this full moon, I am reminded death is all around; she follows me; she has taken, but I refuse to die while my heart is still beating.

I live for ME.

I live for those who are gone.

When my time comes when my flesh is rotten

I’ll be reborn for the last time.