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s​/​t

by reveries

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1.
I’m getting crushed under the weight of an average day. Been bent in half, now double-fold. I’m robbed of all that I can sacrifice. How long until a man gives into his demons again? I can’t Breathe. This has taken all of me. I wished I could give you the world, I’m nothing but a bag of bones. An empty shell of what I used to be. How do I get myself out of my head? I’m trapped inside of a self-loathing loop. Smoldering in a fiery hell I’ve grown to know all too well. Still I worship these flames. Gather now, let’s watch it burn. Soon it seems will be my turn. Still I worship these flames. I’ve taken thoughts and thrown them in. Burned away the filth and sin. Still worshiping these flames. I am growing old, and tired of losing everything I’ve ever loved. but as they say, C'Est la Vie. Take this all away from me. I can’t hide this from myself anymore. I can’t lie to myself anymore. I have been a monster. I am littered in evil. I’m searching for a cleansing. A chance to grow happy again. Someone let me out of here.
2.
Glass towers, twenty stories tall. A home only for the foreign tribes. No Soil is left pure for the native man. With a knife up to our throats, we were ripped out of our homes. Burdens burning to the ground, but nothing left to call our own. We have been robbed of our pride. Up in flames it goes. Counting nights spent without sleep. Tired eyes, skeletons weak. Demons grasping at our feet. Will we ever get relief? We have been robbed of all our pride. I can’t put the meat back on our bones.
3.
Living with a constant ache in my contorted vertebrae, From heavy thoughts that are known to break necks from their weight. Hyper minds shall be put to sleep with a chemical relief. So lay to rest or be buried in grief. I need you, my bed-maker. Someone please, pick up the phone. I have been dying to reach you. Call the doctor. Pick up the phone. I have been. Starving for sedation. A patient with no patience, I’m afraid. Searching for validation. while airing out my grievances. Ready for dissection. An explanation for this mental state. Feeling like myself has never seemed so foreign to me. I’m wanting to be me again. Longing to be free again. I have lived a lifetime with a joy lacking in purity. yearning to be me again. Learning to be free again. I would give a thousand suns not to spend another night on the floor with failing lungs, praying for a guiding light.
4.
Here it is, Another storm. One more day of rainwater drowning. Searching far and wide to find where you have gone to hide. It’s been days, now weeks, now months with no replies. Are you safe out there? Is it dry out there? All alone in the warmth of this riverbed, I will sleep this off. You are now in wedlock, I’m still tangled miles away from you. You are now with child, I’m still tangled miles away from you. You have finally escaped. How free do you feel? You have finally escaped. I will seek shelter here. I find comfort under the high falls bridge. Here is where I grow old. Here’s where I feel at home. I will seek shelter here. I’ll dry my hide until the storm has passed. Here is where I grow old. Here’s where I feel at home. Dreading the treading, watching water levels rise. I’ve been fearing the dive, knowing that I won’t survive. I can’t seem to keep my head over the crest of the crash. So it seems I’ll dive right in
5.
Firelight 02:39
Searching for a life that’s been robbed from me.Is this a hurt that I’ve felt as loving?Where is my soul? Can I be set free? Searching for Sanity.Hiding in the weeds. Drowning in the bottles. Look to me in the firelight.The only way you will see me for who I am.I’ve counted the hours we’ve spent on the peak.I’ve counted the days that have grown us weak.It’s days like these that give us a choiceBetween giving in or growing stronger.We can keep our heads upon our shoulders, or let these wolves eat us alive.
6.
Preaching your dreams and your aspirations, you tell the stories of a person that you wish to be. Here I sit quietly, I will woolgather your fantasies. I knit a blanket out of your hopes. I build a fire from your ambition. And from your courage, I have built a dwelling large enough for two. Come in close. Come in closer to me. Don’t you leave. Hide within me. I will save you when the darkness falls. Hide within me. I will scare off your demons. Hide within me. Nobody will find us here. Not once will depression reign supreme in your curious mind. Trust me with your fair-skinned hand. Preserve it here in mine. Let us race through these woods. Fight the tangles of overgrowth. I will clear us a faultless path with a promise made that you will stay close to me. Climb to the tops of the tallest of trees. Conquer that rock on the highest of peaks. Take a second, look to the stars. Realize then, that this world is ours.
7.
Low Doses 03:19
Effortless performances of a character I have groomed to perfection. These low doses have defined me. With my clouded thoughts. With my blurry vision. With a loss of balance, with a slurring tongue. I’m escorted home only by sidewalk cracks, And a fear of being left alone. I come stumbling through the door half past 3 am. I am feeling free. I am standing tall. I am taking a bow. I tried to fool myself today. I caught myself thinking that I had grown adjusted. A filthy god damn lie. I don’t deserve my respect. A filthy god damn lie. I haven’t earned my keep. this machine will only run on tainted oil. The truth is, these poisons have a horrid hex on me. All my life, I’ve lived in fear of my sobriety.
8.
Undergrowth 02:44
Barely bearing bone. An Undeveloped Soul. Growing into a sapling, never a tree. You left without a name. Left without a breath. Left without an explanation, left a haunt in the home. Life has robbed you one too many times. Nature taking its course but leaving me with a ghost. Life has robbed you one too many times. ? I can feel the weight on your mother’s chest. You grew into a sapling, never a tree. I can see the truth in your mother’s tears. You grew into a sapling, never a tree. Life has robbed her one too many times. Nature taking its course, and leaving her with a ghost. Life has robbed her one too many times. ? Sitting alone in a sterile hospital room. For one hour, two hours, three hours four. Serpents strangling my stomach and tormenting my mind. I know what happened behind those doors.
9.
Sunshine glows through the golden amber leaves. Branches sway, dancing in the autumn breeze. I hoped that this would put my mind at ease. Hiding both of us, safely in this warm disease. Slightly imperfect ruby outlines of the clouds. I should have known. You’re a blanket-bundled beaming beauty. Leading me, blinding me, Through the ever-growing canopies of crop. I’ve been lost in this maze for far too long. I’ve been in a daze for days, burrowed in the burning leaves. I was lost in the wild. I didn’t ever want to be found. I wish I felt like this all the time. (Not this time) I was hoping that by now, I would have found a way out, but it’s late October, and I’m convinced that I’m not waking up. I have a mile-long list of over-due obligations to this earth. yet I’d rather stay here, in the false warmth of the fall. You cover me up, and you say that you’ll return in time. I lay for days on end, get overgrown by the devil’s vine. Perhaps you came back home, I never would have known. I let this do me in. I’ve finally given the sun a real reason to shine. I have given myself back to the roots of the trees. I finally am at peace, after living life on my knees. Invasive species, Invade me. Invasive species, Decompose me. Invasive species, eat me alive

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Debut Self-Titled album

Tape Release on Emocat Records - Pre-Order here:

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released May 15, 2018

Produced, Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios

Artwork by Christian Brix of Kids Artworks

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reveries Boston, Massachusetts

Boston/NYC Screamo

Boston's Reveries are a well oiled machine. There's a warmth to this sadness, and many moments one hears something like a Waxwing song gone screamo. Melodic, overdriven lines. Engaging drums. Larynx shredding screams and plaintive yell-singing. The band's unique sound really shines through the Will Killingsworth production. This is a gem of emo-informed screamo ... more

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