Sharp Turns in Dark Tunnels

by Sum of Us

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1.
First Yawn 03:55
Seething for rays in liquid Shining, I’m Writhing and gasping For blindness How many seconds until breath Years in the making build a moment dreamt Time is less without subject to the waves of, hammers to the chest Aligning of penance is the sanity you’ve kept Inner dialogues merciless tongue Sing the chants of your first yawn. Beauty to a scorn It's a rose to thorn And It’s all you’ll find as our verses run out An experiment to find our Intellect lead to regret Knowing is growing; the last logical step in a world of subsets We’re taught to ignore the coming of sunset Yearning for pretext Sing the chants of your first yawn. Beauty to a scorn It's a rose to thorn Time is less without subject To the Waves of Hammers to the chest Breaking a man made Concept Aligning of penance The sanity You’ve kept Inner dialogues
2.
At the forefront, On the back foot. Narratives of narratives, stretching to reach an edge An arm to extend myself from the mirage of a nook The waterless well in which we delve Light through sawdust As ash seeks soot Captive to action Climbing the peak of the end A calm to befriend Ritual framed help, time is scarred, overlooked, Castles fell, claimed by themselves These hollow shells Crying church bells Light through sawdust As ash seeks soot Captive to action Your nails clutching, barely touching the rook Reduced to lateral movement such is linear rudiment These hands in opposite timelines shook, Responding their advice, To break this vice. You wash me raw in rust Wish me away I can’t face this distinction This course dry paintbrush Tainting our taste I cant face the The instinct to normalise trust This muscle memory is This course dry paintbrush Tainting our taste I can’t face it This course dry paintbrush Tainting our taste I cant face You wash me raw in rust Wish me away I cant face this distinction This muscle memory its powers lost Tainting our taste This powers lost
3.
Forrest 04:44
Pressure points chew boiling coarse voices Vessels void Lying in the dormant sea Don’t obscure your view I can see the scent of blood in your windpipe Emptying the dry divide The noise it Follows you I’m in wake as it pulls You in from behind These components must overwrite I’m approaching a lesser presence Shimmer in the sunlight Swimming as the oceans rise I'm approaching a lesser presence Shimmer in the sunlight Swimming as the oceans rise Grazing chatter you elude Hydrofluoric’s your guts line The pores leaking glue The components must overwrite I’m approaching a lesser presence Shimmer in the sunlight Swimming as the oceans rise Flesh, Marrow and rhinde, sweat the legion out, visceral kings without Flesh marrow and rhinde, sweat the legion out, visceral kings without Flesh marrow and rhinde Visceral kings without Visceral crowns Smashing the tiles the knots slipped through Your calls from the Mire were heard far too late Far too late (grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
4.
Carousel 03:42
At the forefront, On the back foot. Narratives of narratives, stretching to reach an edge An arm to extend myself from the mirage of a nook The waterless well in which we delve Light through sawdust As ash seeks soot Captive to action Climbing the peak of the end A calm to befriend Ritual framed help, time is scarred, overlooked, Castles fell, claimed by themselves These hollow shells Crying church bells Light through sawdust As ash seeks soot Captive to action Your nails clutching, barely touching the rook Reduced to lateral movement such is linear rudiment These hands in opposite timelines shook, Responding their advice, To break this vice. You wash me raw in rust Wish me away I can’t face this distinction This course dry paintbrush Tainting our taste I cant face the The instinct to normalise trust This muscle memory is This course dry paintbrush Tainting our taste I can’t face it This course dry paintbrush Tainting our taste I cant face You wash me raw in rust Wish me away I cant face this distinction This muscle memory its powers lost Tainting our taste This powers lost

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released July 13, 2018

All music written and arranged by Sum Of Us.

Recorded and mixed by Joel Myles and Chris Lait at Head Atlas.
Mastered by Mike Cave.

Artwork by Felix Dolah.

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