I don't know how I started separating from my body of morals and opinions, injustices and justices. There's a valley between myself - rose petals on a bed of nails - that I toss and turn and get the best sleep of my life on. And I wake up anemic and happy, bloody, sticky. Stop saying I'm so delicate. You pluck my kisses like violins being played right by my ear drums. It's a loss of gentleness; you claim to have left marching in the rain. "I can handle this. You've prepared me for wars; you can see it in my loss. I wear it on my words." Too confused to figure out and lost beyond finding myself, we used to hold hands now we're both left with lefts and nobody's right. I am not a seamstress, a ventriloquist's ventriloquist we're like the shutout offspring of therapists. My skin is paper I can see the sky through my eyelids. "You're ugly," says the queen of me, something about my personality.
credits
from Atlas At Last,
released April 19, 2013
Written & Performed by Atlas At Last:
Nathaniel Hartten - vocals/guitar
Mike Radack - bass/vocals
Jesse Catron - drums
This Baltimore group rough up post-punk with dark post-hardcore riffs and chaotic choruses, never losing a fine-tuned sense of melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2024
I know... late to the party.... but I read somewhere that this is a mixture of replacements and early GGD and thought I'd check it out.... really like it. Mully