Cloudsong (Priority) from Monomania EP by Sensory Deprivation

Pacing down the hall. Waiting upon a command. Crying out the wordless hymn. Years of no response. He claims to know him well. His people claim this too. But deep down he knows. He only sings for the clouds. False hope might help. But, it took him a lifetime. To realize that it is what it is. An ambiguous number. He threatened to share. If only by fate. Threats, not cures.

He spoke of love and forgiveness. But also fire and brimstone. Until he couldn't take the denial. He didn't know his idol. Now he can't live in peace. Nothing else mattered. Now nothing takes its place, must have always been this way.

• Punk
• noise rock
• post-rock
• Biddeford