Looking through pinholes for the rest of your life
And when you die you'll realize you left nothing behind
Memories of ghosts, bones with no thought
Just the room for roots to grow through your body
This is a difficult album to even begin to write about. I wouldn’t say there are many albums I enjoy more than tyrant, regardless of genre. Every song on here is so massive and so crushing and yet so serene and beautiful too. Fucking chained to the bottom of the ocean feels like it’ll turn my brain into a formless goo that will then leak out of my nose. adammcjohnson