Forget the pain you once held dear,
It cannot help you here.
Did it ever help you anywhere?
You're kneeling on a memory,
some Pyrrhic victory
But could you ever be that young again?
My dice are cast, I can't turn it around
I've set these frames but there's no doors to fit them.
Recall the way she tied that rope
Was it just as you had hoped?
Even though you never had a say
But you missed the point 'cause you were caught
in the rains that you had brought,
And you could never get your color back.
Our posts are placed,
we can't turn that around.
But I still won't breathe until I see it set in stone.
And now you're filling up with shade again, and I am too
After all the years of fighting it.
But now I'm pretty sure
that our books are bound, and we can't turn that around
I built this bed but there are no sheets that fit it.
And our bricks are laid, can we turn that around?
I still won't breathe until you get your color back.
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If you've ever had to Google clumsy phrases to find a word that matched a feeling you could only feebly describe, and you ended up discovering words like hiraeth, sehnsucht, or saudade, The Million Masks of God may be an excellent companion soundtrack to your experience. joel
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024
supported by 13 fans who also own “You Missed The Point”
"And you might be a stranger now, but I just wanted to let you know..." the complete Album is a wonder and I had some of my best hours in life hearing it. Thank you reverbpls