Take a moment and breathe deeply
Are you sure that things are as they seem?
Gather thoughts
Corrupted as you are
By the emptiness of everything
Count to ten and think
Count again and ponder
Count once more to ensure
You haven’t confused
What is with what is not
Shake yourself
To wake yourself
To face yourself
And see what’s there
Embrace the dichotomy
Of your every instantiation
Pull on the threads of every past you
Weave them together
Pattern matching be damned
There’s no need to fear
Or to shed vain regret
No one else ever saw
What you thought of yourself
See the past for what it was
And the now for what it’s not
Hold that thought
Drink it down
As if your life was all your own
Hold that thought
Drink it deep
As if awake was really asleep
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021