Name: Terrigen Mists
Duration: P00H05M54S
Description: Once you've "settled" into depression, you realize that you don't deserve anything beautiful. You deserve nothing but to be locked up in a dark hole. You hate the terrible people on the earth, and start to think you just might be one of them. You're part of such a terrible thing.

Terrigen Mists

from Dysthymia by Attilan

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Once you've "settled" into depression, you realize that you don't deserve anything beautiful. You deserve nothing but to be locked up in a dark hole. You hate the terrible people on the earth, and start to think you just might be one of them. You're part of such a terrible thing.

lyrics

There's a galaxy waiting for the divine
Celestial solace beyond my grasp
there're ethereal smiles to guide your passage
I lost my ticket in my moral lapse

Ode to mother, she's a house of gold
We desecrate her love, bend her arms and make her fold
'till we see perfectly
There's no mother quite like she

There's a milky way that paints the sky
When the sun absconds for a rest
There's a pestiferous throng that's landed on mother
It's made its home on her breast

We're no children, we're executioners
Banging down on mother's chest
Wanting it to implode
Still we see perfectly

The dying galaxy

credits

from Dysthymia, released May 20, 2017
Lyrics, Bass and vocals: Jeremy Simpson
Guitars and vocals: Mark Barron
Drums: Matt Kathler

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Attilan Winnipeg, Manitoba

Your shadow will groove to the amalgamation of darkness and light that these Winnipeg-based musical blizzard wizards have forged. Attilan will guide you from sea to space as you feel the galaxy permeate your soul.