Timbre Inaudible by The Huntress and Holder of Hands

Gut tightens like snakes around prey
Framed photos on walls melt; Dalian clocks slipping away
A fire still leaps behind my eyes
But I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember

A black stone lodged deep in my chest
Your eyes are still, but still probe mine
for what makes me never rest
I feel you, I feel you breathe on my skin
But then I don't remember I don't remember I don't remember

And the voice you throw is the voice of animal
and the source relayed is a force invisible
it resides in a field free of time in the singular
but becomes one and one in the world of the physical

There's no question to the answer I seek
the words remain in shroud, underground, riddled, oblique
I can't say what I can't yet see
because I won't remember I won't remember I won't remember

Between night and day between true and implausible
neither good nor evil not real or impossible
there's a peace on a plane passing all understanding
and it calls our names in a timbre inaudible
I'll always remember, always remember, I'll always remember

• Rock
• bass-heavy
• harmonies
• post-metal
• rock
• strings
• Haddam