Aristocrat from INREPERTUS by Sensory Deprivation

I attempt to react. All I can do is gaze. I try to walk. Can't even move my legs. My thoughts are on one moment. Yet I selectively chose it. I dwell on the past. But not quite out of choice. It might not be my fault. But my word doesn't matter. False trust is made. No one can break it down. We both know what you did. We both felt what happened. But no one else knows. It was a syndrome of gospel. They let another go. I knew what to do. I went by your words. I went by the warning. I went by the warning. I did my grieving. For 30 years. Usurped from me. This is the moment. Set an example. Suffer the children. Now I can sleep. Closure reached.

• Punk
• noise rock
• post-rock
• Biddeford