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The Loathsome Hours
04:03
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It was a moment of magic in a cold world
The burning trees was the only source of light
I was falling and I thought you fell beside me
But it was all a dream and I had to wake up
I am returning to the black fall
I have been here so many times before
I am too far down to touch the sky
And I need a way out of myself
I came crashing down hard on the pavement
Now I am lying here in my blood, with my feelings on display
In the distance the sirens sings and your shape disappears
Now comes these crawling and loathsome hours
The screen flickers for tired eyes
Thoughts echoes in empty rooms
I never want to feel again
Can I carve out my heart and survive?
I am returning to the black fall
I have been here so many times before
I am too far down to touch the sky
I will never reach the light alive
I am returning to the black fall
I have been here so many times before
I am too far down to touch the sky
And I need a way out of myself
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Death of The Countryside
04:25
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I tore down my walls for you
Exposed this broken heart
Now that I look back I wish I knew better
There was too much blood
Beating heart
Beat it hard
Beating heart
Beat it hard
I wonder if I will be as lonely in life as I will be in my grave
In my wake there is pain and broken minds
Like a purge I walk through life
I have my dreams of love
But I am afraid I’m too far gone
Another sleepless night in a lonely hotel room
The silence stares at my broken dreams and memories
A new day looking at the death of the countryside
Mile after mile, I am traveling home to nothing
Beating heart
Beat it hard
Beating heart
Beat it hard
I wonder if I will be as lonely in life as I will be in my grave
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Blood Violence
04:24
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We are dancing to the doom and gloom
The pyre is a strobe that flashes the end times
We are looking back at what we used to be
Swallow the pain and keep dancing with gasoline
We are digging this together
The deepest hole, a shallow grave
We hate what we have become
We are blood violence
The ember of the black smoke lingers around
The sinking of two warships
As soon as we go to sleep with our heartache
The surface will return to it’s crystal reflection
We are digging this together
The deepest hole, a shallow grave
We hate what we have become
We are blood violence
Blood, blood
Blood violence
Blood, blood
Blood violence
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Every Thought Is A Knife
04:28
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Pushed, tumbled and derailed into this house
No more ignorance ahead
In this silence I have fallen into
There are ruins of a boy that I fear
Every thought is a knife
The sign on the wall is grinning
Why is the blood dripping?
Red crosses on every door passed
Keep them out from the open
Keep us spinning so we don’t see
Mimic the souls in the sky
Take your time and fall apart
Stand in line and make no sound
Suicide of thoughts
Hung from from future visions
A bag full of my heads
I need the stones to become them
Every thought is a knife
It will make you bleed or set you free
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Sherlock Icarus Gothenburg, Sweden
Sherlock Icarus was created as an outlet for naked and heavy thoughts by Alex Stjernfeldt (The Moth Gatherer, Let Them
Hang).
With shoegazing guitars, introvert soundscapes and droning vocals, the music of Sherlock Icarus builds a moody sphere to lose yourself into and provoke thoughts regarding depression, life, death and love.
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