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dedicated to the guilt that should have been felt but never was

by permanent tension

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Isaac Dean Comstock this album is perfect. excellent chaotic sound, rounded out with an amazing old school emotive hardcore-esque track at the end. Favorite track: Hug The Dark.
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1.
When the dead Visit in dreams Whispering messages Remain asleep It's hard to decipher what their intentions were especially due to the brief nature of the visitation What was wanted? What was needed? Was something wanted? Was something needed? Will you return and when will it be? If you return, what will you bring? You told me about "a kind of sort of man who lives in a castle" Then you smiled and then you cried I'm gonna leave my feelings swinging in the breeze I'm gonna leave my fears hanging from a tree I'm gonna leave pain blowing in the silent breeze
2.
Long ago comfort was found in desolation Years later the flood returned Lungs again filled with water (the sun offered no relief to a town set to drown) Desperation in seeking shelter from the rain Turn to past defenses that are now ineffective Weakened walls crack and crumble into rubble The downpour drowned what seeds had remained When will these clouds dissipate? When will these clouds dissipate? When will these clouds dissipate? Options offered, decision made
3.
Newt 02:36
At what point does belief in something become compromised to the extent that it becomes valueless? And the product of a system that doesn’t even fucking care? At what point? Days to months, months to years Time has passed, but not been lost So find yourself and follow your heart “So it goes:” “one foot in front of the other, through the leaves and over bridges” Take. The. Long. Walk. To. Forever. In the setting sun, we turn to dust, we walk hand in hand.
4.
Pendulum 01:55
My mind is like a pendulum Swinging back and forth Loved ones fall victim And “sorry” can never be enough Goddamn—A friend once said “Some days a spark burns the wall between you and the hell within you” And when this story repeats, I retreat in my mind You say the silence hurts you, but I remain confined Dig deep beneath the layers of dirt That have covered a sinking hole Sift through the ash and soot Of that house that burned down
5.
Have you ever had your chest cave in so many times that it hurts to breathe? What about second-guessing yourself until it causes your heart to bleed? And dreams still lie at the bottom of that well, from all of those wretched years ago. I’ve begun to hate the fall, cause it marks the coming snow. And I’ve given up on this world I’ve condemned myself to. By depicting these words to people now turned ghosts. NEVER AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN. Never again will I allow myself to be vulnerable to the curse of nostalgia. The emptiness in that fall air The absence in remembering The smell of those dying leaves The insecurities that shadow me The fleetingness of the sunlight The coldness of the night The vacancy found in those trees The uncertainty in that piercing breeze The memories weaken me The memories haunt me.
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Anhedonia 00:55
Posture on the side of comfort Refusal to engage in confrontation Safety found living in contradiction Everything is not okay No everything is not perfect Eventually things will be okay And there lies the beauty in this life. This should not have become a pastime This should not become routine This should not have become…
7.
The air I breathe causes my lungs to freeze And I’m stuck in this place of burning ash and smoke I sit and watch as friends tell jokes I’m so tired, burnt, numb, and broke The only feeling I have Is fireflies in my chest The only sense that I have Is longing for a place to rest I had this vision Of writing you a letter And placing it in a bottle Then throwing it out to sea Would you try and find it? It wouldn’t be a waste of time…
8.
Hug The Dark 06:40
Old homes and painted rented rooms Passing by less traveled roads Rehashing stories to uncaring fools Mixtapes open buried wounds Do you remember jumping in puddles? What about dancing on concrete? How about screaming at the moon when nothing worked? Or wandering streets drunk and alone? The beds we made were always for two But most nights dreams didn’t come true And sometimes loneliness left a bitter taste As the rain on windowsills carried me away. Waves crash on the shores of my mind Memories flood from a simpler time Late night chats and driving around town Following the drunken guide of the moon A wave of static washed over me And its tide dragged me out to sea Eventually all strength diminished And the current swallowed me I crashed and splintered Amongst other shipwrecks Woefully I laid my head Woefully I…

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recorded and mixed on may 27, 2017 at permanent hearing damage in philadelphia by steve roche. mastered by carl saff at saff mastering. released digitally as FAR-031.

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released October 10, 2018

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permanent tension Belvidere, New Jersey

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chris drummssss
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